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

Chapter 661 109. Desperate Necrons

"Is this here?"

"right here."

The ferocious beast opened its mouth wide and bared its fangs. The Maggot boy looked at the strange waves in the vast ocean and continued to adjust a delicate monocular in front of him.

"Can't be wrong..."

Mage boy said, continuing to observe the waves of the subspace,

"The projection of the great wise man is here, and there should be our own wise man in the underworld."

"Well," said the incisor gruffly, "we'd better hurry up - what happened to those stupid boys?"

"They still think they are some kind of flesh and blood creature, shouting that they are Alpharith."

Mage boy frowned.

"Fart juice and calling Hades cannot cure them, but the juice of crushing them has not been found to be contagious - this is indeed not within the wisdom taught to us by the great wise men, and I am sure that the Blood Lord does not have such characteristics. "

"Well,"

The front teeth clasped his chin, "The Milky Way is evolving or degenerating. We just need to follow the rhythm of the Galaxy."

In the territory of Khorne, they encountered some trouble, and the tall white-haired man who claimed to be the emperor's attendant had already left first——

The incisors realize that they still need enlightenment.

It can't be Pluto - because Pluto doesn't love them, and they are still not noble enough to step into the underworld.

But a wise man...maybe able to treat everyone equally.

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The metal creaked with the sound of being slowly twisted, and the silver-gray poles exploded, as if pitch-black liquids of different dimensions flowed into giant hands and stretched out from the gaps in the metal.

Work hard, keep working hard.

Blackness burst out from every gap, struggling to sway toward the distance. The hypercube was deforming, its reactor made an extremely ominous popping sound, and a series of small chain explosions exploded in it.

No, the Void Dragon's liquid metal is controlled, but the abilities from the Nightbringer and Deceiver are still useful.

The dazzling bright orange explosion announced the demise of this hypercube.

call……

The River Styx was surging, and something slowly stood out from the River Styx. The black liquid flowed down and flowed through Hades' armor.

Melted into the metal shell covering the earth, Hades stood up and looked around.

To his surprise, the war was over.

The gray sky was empty at the moment. The fleet of aircraft that had been fighting among the clouds had long since disappeared. The ferocious fragments of the Star God were imprisoned in the hypercube that was hastily smashed on the ground. The army stood silently and stopped moving.

Trazin lost?

This was the first thought in Hades's mind, but those armies did not attack him, so Trazin at least did not lose.

Thinking of this, Hades was a little funny and a little angry. This guy Trazin is really a three-legged cat——

Even if I maxed out my configuration, I could still keep up with the opponent 50-50.

He raised his eyes and saw Trazin standing on the top of a mountain made of scrapped Necron bodies with a blank look on his face, looking like he had gone through a fierce battle.

Even though the metal body of the Necron is slowly healing, the damage and dents are still eye-catching.

At Trazin's feet, Obiron's upper body was tightly grasping the silent old general.

?

A question mark popped up in Hades's mind. When he saw Trazin, Trazin also saw Hades. Trazin opened his mouth, was stunned for a moment and then waved his staff violently.

"W-win!"

"Come here! Hades!"

"coming!"

Hades stepped forward and teleported between the metal ruins. Before leaving, Hades specifically glanced at King Obiron's lower body on his side.

A long drag mark extended from near Wang Wei's lower body to the top of the mountain where Trazin was standing.

Did this guy crawl over?

Hades thought, the next moment, the space was torn apart, and he was standing next to Trazin holding a silver sickle.

"This is how the same thing?"

Hades looked at the Crowned One and Obiron at Trazin's feet. To his surprise, the personality matrices in the two Necron bodies were still working, which meant that they were not "dead".

Trazin opened his mouth again. It seemed that the Endless One was also a little confused.

"Zandric just went crazy."

The Endless One said,

"It marked all the beings on the field as enemies and began to attack indiscriminately. Its troops began to kill each other, and its turrets even aimed at itself - you should really see that scene just now, I recorded it "

"so?"

Trazin spread his hands,

"I won - combined with its guard Obiron, should I be glad that our sober Mr. Obiron did not directly obey its orders?"

The sound of metal rattling sounded, and bright green sparks pierced the cross section of Obiron's upper body. Hades was surprised that this king guard still had a will after it was damaged to this extent.

"My lord did not give me any orders."

it said hoarsely,

"I think this is its order to me, hoping that I will stop it - your Excellency must have a memory disorder and think that it is still at the military academy in Sautek."

"?"

Hades didn't quite understand, but fortunately Trazin added in time,

"Some military academies make their students fight each other, even if they are nobles."

Obiron nodded,

"...In any case, thank you for not continuing to add insult to injury. The war between you and my lord can continue after this, or we can pay you a war ransom - I swear we will prepare these soon - or I can transfer my territory to Sell ​​it and pay you double the ransom.”

"But please - don't spread this matter."

"How do you know I'm not going to add insult to injury?"

Obiron didn't mention a word about their reason for starting the war, and seemed to want Trazin to let them go.

Trazin muttered in his heart, after all, Obiron had done a lot to subdue Zandric just now.

Trazin bowed down, as if he wanted to say something harsh, but when the space overlord saw Wang Wei's fatigue, he suddenly felt some emotion.

Trazin waved his hand,

"Forget it, don't spread the word about my affairs."

This made Obiron a little confused. In its view, this was just a normal war between royal families, and they had dealt with it a lot before.

But it also nodded silently.

"What will you do next?"

Hades suddenly asked, Obiron glanced at him cautiously, Hades felt the Necron's disgust towards him.

This was much better than the psyker's disdainful attitude towards him.

Obiron was a little hesitant;

"I will ask the technicians in the dynasty to take care of you and let you rest for a while."

"Do you think this will work?"

Trazin asked suddenly. It looked at the sleeping Zandric. This guy was sleeping so soundly - but the radio wave was weak.

"The way you clamped it just now...I guess Zandric has done this more than once?"

Obiron froze, then nodded heavily.

"My lord has never made a mistake on the battlefield before,"

It said quietly,

"Even if it recognizes foreigners as its own race, does not accept its current body, pretends that it can still eat, ignores assassins within ten steps around it, issues strange orders and meaningless chants, ignores the assassinations of other lords, and makes useless Pretend, but it—"

Obiron made a clicking sound, as if trying to take a deep breath, but its metal body could only make a harsh clicking sound.

"But it always remembers me, trusts me, and—never makes a mistake in its battle."

"But it missed the mark this time."

Trazyn said that it seemed to sympathize with the plight of its kind. The Endless One squatted down and looked at Obilon.

"Zandric the Crowned One made a mistake in the war this time."

Obiron was silent. For the first time, Hades read the despair in the Necron. He even felt that part of the Nightbringer in his body became excited.

Hades remained silent, suppressing the emotion and continuing to act as Trazin's backdrop.

As a blessing in disguise, he seemed to be more sensitive to other people's emotions, albeit to no avail.

"Perhaps you know better than I do what the wearer will face later."

Trazin said that it thought it was forcing Obilon to choose it, but for some reason, it always felt a tingling pain in a certain part of its body. For the Necrontyr, this was sad, and Its sad.

It is also pathetic, kindness cannot command troops.

The arc at the cross section of Obiron's body was crackling, of course it knew——

The reason why the Storm King ignored Zandric's madness and disrespect was because the wearer of the crown had never lost a game.

The nobles under the position of Zandrik the Crowned One were all watching with eager eyes. They watched the old general going crazy, hovering beside him like a hungry tiger, always waiting for Zandrik's mistake, and then - pulling him down. High, ripped to shreds.

Obiron lowered his head and stared at his master. A good king guard should not have his own thoughts and be always ready to die for the master, but Zandric deliberately cultivated its sense of autonomy, taught it how to fight, and even sometimes Give it command of the war.

Although Obiron's first command of war burned a lot of its memories.

Obiron suddenly realized that perhaps the one wearing the crown had already realized that such a day was coming, so he handed over the command to it and Obiron.

Wang Wei felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

It is absolutely incapable of doing so on its own. It doesn't have Zandrik's war talent - the Crowned One's war talent is one of the best. It also doesn't have Zandrik's decisiveness and intuition. It can't.

Their fate is just to go to the final destruction in the process of self-destruction, become "lonely ones", and then be abandoned by the Storm King.

The rest of the madmen stepped on their corpses to ascend to power. Although this race has no future at all, they are still addicted to endless wars, internal strife and expansion.

Obiron remembered Zandric, who was in high spirits at that time, and told it that he was enjoying the eternal war.

It wants to cry but has no tears, but that is just self-deception, the Necrons have never been favored by the immortals, and they are wearing away.

If there was no biological transformation ceremony, Obiron thought, it would have died on a battlefield long ago.

Or the old general could be merciful and let him go back, and Obiron could claim a territory through his military exploits. He could also choose to be a little lord, form a family with another healthy and strong Necrontyr, and raise a few children. One of the children will inherit its position, it will personally send it to the battlefield, and then it will spend more than twenty years of its short life, and finally die of concurrent multiple cancers.

but now……

Obiron looked around blankly. The hot wind that was enough to directly carbonize the skin of carbon-based creatures was no more than warm wind for its naked body. It collapsed on the corpses of its kind that should have died long ago, and it was slowly dying in its arms. of Zandrik.

The biological transformation ritual is another kind of cancer that is longer and crueler. It is like the last breath of the deceased before death, infinitely stretched to the limit——

But you know, it dies sooner or later, nothing lasts forever.

"what can I do?"

The sound produced by the electronic simulation is intermittent. Without the installation of special modules, the Necron cannot even produce a relatively vivid sound.

"What else can I do?"

Obilon asked,

"I am just a commoner who climbed up through the ranks by relying on luck and the Lord's favor. I was rewarded with the best equipment. I also successfully prevented 3,765 assassinations for the Lord - countless Death Seal troops died under my command. I have successfully defended the Crowned One countless times, and I have been obedient and loyal—but—but—but—”

"but……"

Obiron lowered his head,

"But what else can I do? Maybe death is a good ending, but I can't make a decision for the one who wears the crown. The one who wears the crown will not choose death - it would rather go crazy than accept the reality. And I can't die early. This is Incompetent performance.”

Silence, only the sound of the wind mixed with the roar of the Star God came.

"Maybe I can think of something."

Trazin spoke heavily,

"I have a star god here who is willing to cooperate with me - if you want to stop the flowing river, you need to find its source."

Trazin looked at Hades, and Obiron also looked at him warily. Hades blinked and opened his hand,

"I'll listen to your arrangements, but I also have a question."

"you say."

Obiron croaked.

Hades never forgets his original intention.

"Why did you come to Magnus?"

he asked.

"..."

"According to the rumors from the residents of nearby galaxies, there is a kind and generous alien wise man here."

Obilon said,

"My Lord has been trying to comfort me since the last time we had a problem with another Crowned One - it wanted to save me from the illusion that we were 'metal creatures', and it thought I was too nervous. "

Obiron paused.

"But actually, I also want to ask him if there is any way to restore the data, personality, or delay the wear and tear."

"Did he give you an answer?"

Obiron shook his head.

"Without an answer - doomed to futility - what kind of existence are you?"

"Humanity,"

Hades said, "Don't listen to Trazin's nonsense. I am 100% pure human, but I just like to chew on fragments of the Star God and steal their skills and knowledge."

Obiron was silent, and glanced at Trazin,

"Star God has always liked lying."

Obiron said, "I think all Necrontyr will never forget the price of lies, Trazyn the Endless."

Trazin was not offended. Instead, it stared at Obilon seriously.

"Then you don't have to choose. I believe in my path. I have changed my view. I have always respected the Necrontyr who still has emotions. I don't want to force you...but I think there is only one path left in front of you. , Obilon.”

Trazin reached out and used the detector to check the unconscious Zandric again.

"It cannot bear to die again. Once it dies, it will completely lose its original personality data and be replaced by a low-level automatic machine soul."

Obiron once again exuded an aura of extreme despair.

"bring it on,"

Wang Wei said,

"Come, come, I was persuaded to betray your lordship—I believed I would never betray it."

"You didn't betray it,"

Trazin comforted her and signaled Hades to come up quickly.

"I feel your loyalty and responsibility to him... You are a good warrior, Obiron."