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

Chapter 807 [249.] Warm up

"shitshitshitshit!!!"

Running at full speed, huge explosions exploded behind it. The True Fear of the Dead never looked back at the explosion. Trazyn's back was burned by the super-high temperature, and the living metal hissed, and it covered it again to try to relieve the injury.

"Orekan-Orekan-Gua! Save me!!!"

The Necromancer Overlord fled desperately. On the planet, the star that was watching them collapsed in the madness of the Storm King. A huge Deceiver fragment rose up from the center of the rapidly collapsing star with a roar.

But all this was not the most urgent.

While Trazyn was running for his life, he tried to shuttle through the extra-dimensional space. His body flashed, but he just couldn't teleport away.

The space authority here is locked!

"Orekan-Orekan ah-ah-"

The next moment, the sound stopped abruptly, and Trazyn's terrified expression condensed on its face-

The Silent King's lackey, the Hierophant, had already caught up. On the entire planet where time was blocked, the Space Death Mark troops stepped on the land behind Trazyn, crushing the stones with their footsteps.

The leading Death Mark raised his gun-

"Tarazyn! Come here!"

A huge virtual figure suddenly appeared above the sky that was burning with broken star fragments-the next moment, time reversed, and Trazyn felt that he suddenly turned upside down for a moment.

Clang!

It fell back on the deck of its ship, but not in that body. Trazyn received the information that the old body was scrapped in his mind. Orekan only picked up its information flow. Trazyn sighed loudly.

"Orekan, couldn't you have come earlier?"

"I should have twisted your head off and let the Silent King kick it like a ball - do you know how chaotic the time and space in this star field is now! The Storm King is crazy! That madman! I tried to persuade him, but it was useless!"

"Do you still want to persuade him?"

Tarasim scratched his head and stood up. After a flash of light, the Empathy Annihilation Staff reappeared in his hand.

The war between the two great dynasties intensified very quickly -

even beyond Trasim's imagination. Perhaps the Necrontyr had long been resentful. After that huge mistake, they urgently needed a war to burn out the anxiety and anger in their hearts, rather than a deep sleep.

"We put on a good show,"

Orekan gritted his teeth and said. After failing to persuade the Storm King, he decisively ran away. In view of the Storm King's madness now, Orrekan even began to think about joining forces with the Silent King -

At least the Silent King still has some bottom line.

And the Storm King is a real hawk.

"How are you going to bow out, Trazyn?"

Orekan turned around with his mortal body, staring at Trazyn behind him. So far, Trazyn's army was just taking advantage of the situation and had not revealed all of his army.

This guy is too good at playing the pig and eating the tiger, Orrekan thought.

"Bow out?"

Trazyn blinked, staring at Orrekan so sincerely,

"To be honest, I don't know."

The Endless spread his hands, with a gleam in his eyes,

"Orekan, do you know, do you know what I have been looking forward to in this battle?"

"What?"

Orekan was stunned by this question,

"December Fear,"

Trazyn said,

"I have been collecting, searching - in this battle, the Necrons almost went all out, and I have been wanting to see if there will be a miracle in the meantime."

Orekan felt a little surprised.

"What's your answer?"

Tarasim stared at Orrican seriously, and his seriousness was almost unlike that of the Endless.

"No,"

Tarasim took a deep breath, and the gas made a rough scratching sound in the simulated trachea.

"Not a single one. All the Necrontyr below the lord are dead. The lord only retains 60% of the personality simulation. The Necrontyr is completely finished, Orrican."

"I can't see any emotion in them. The husband and wife draw their swords against each other, and the younger brother directly steps over the body of his brother to continue attacking - their instinctive desire to survive is almost completely invisible. I can only see the intelligence in the body of the underworld construction controlling them to move forward. They are complete chess pieces, complete puppets."

As long as time is long enough, the Space Necromancer who has personality and emotions now will become like this. Nothing can really fight against time, except rebirth.

"Heh."

Orican sneered. It didn't care whether the Necrontyr was finished or not. Even if the Necrontyr was destroyed, it was the right direction of fate - and Orrican was the defender of fate and time.

"I simply thought you just wanted to help your little human ally?"

"This is indeed the reason why I sent troops - of course, this is just the first spark that ignites the firewood. In front of the raging mountain fire, you and I both know who piled up the firewood all over the mountain."

Taraxin opened his arms and walked towards Orikan step by step. The light of the destroyed galaxy outlined the cold light of gold and silver against his back.

"I know we need to rely on the power of the Human Empire, and I also know that we rely on the Human Empire to send troops, but I want to make a break with them. The first step of courage is taken by the Human Empire, but now I want to point at the Silent King's nose and scold him."

The war between the Silent King and the Storm King was also unsatisfactory. In this battle, Trazin did not see any of the Necrontyr's former glory. It only saw two half-dead madmen pulling each other.

"so?"

Orikan asked lazily,

"I think... before the war started, our great hero Trazyn still wanted to save the Necrontyr? But now you have given up?"

The light in Trazin's eyes was dim and unreadable.

"No... I will let the dead who should sleep truly rest, but I think our race, the Necrontyr, still has a slight possibility."

"you mean?"

Orican looked at the Endless One with cold eyes. It saw the Endless One stretching out its hand, and the holographic projection floated in Trazin's hand——

It was the remnant of an ancient saint - the embers from the battle between Hades and Slaanesh.

"I heard... while we were busy with the Necrontyr Civil War, another human empire from the Destiny Line came over? And I heard that it was highly compatible with Chaos."

Trazin lowered his voice,

"I can't collect the remnants of the ancient saint in this fate line, but that doesn't mean that the other fate line won't give me a chance - the Slaanesh in that fate line still exists, right?"

"..."

Orikan knew that this idiot Trazin was starting to fantasize about impossible things again, but it just stared at it and said coldly,

"Perhaps - but the premise is that it's time for your little human allies to re-enter the battlefield. The front cannot hold out for long."

……………………

[ah,]

On the deck of the battleship, [Angron] suddenly spoke, which made the shrike [Corax] beside him flinch.

[I can't wait. ]

[Angron] laughed heartily, which made all the accessories on his body vibrate, biting deeply into his own flesh and blood.

[You can’t be too presumptuous...]

[Corax] shrank his neck, remembering [Guilliman]'s expression,

[I have been warned. ]

[He is just having fun with you, Corax, relax~ or I can help you, soon,]

[Angron] blinked, and [Corax] subconsciously took a step back.

[I swear it won't take more than six minutes, and by the time Guilliman gets here, we'll be done and the deck won't be dirty. ]

Dirty [Guilliman]'s deck or carpet is definitely in the top five in the ranking of things that are most likely to annoy [Guilliman].

Never soil, wrinkle, or damage Guilliman's bright blue blanket from Macragge.

[Corax] made a hissing sound. He couldn't feel any malice from [Angron], which was very difficult. [Corax] thought of [Conrad]'s social education for him.

[Thank you, but please get out. ]

[Angron] chuckled. He liked the demon prince of Khorne who was not watching the battle. Due to the restraints and order established by [Guilliman], these guys who cut people into their brains had to live in harmony with them.

The most interesting thing is that [Corax] pays great attention to "brothers" on weekdays, even if he doesn't realize it.

[Angron] felt [Guilliman]'s spiritual energy moving towards them, and he had to restrain himself a little,

[Corax] moved a small step back again. He had just stepped off the battlefield, and there were still wet bone residues on the bird's claws. [Corax] stood on tiptoes and carefully removed the bones from his sharp claws. The bones were crushed into finer dregs, and the sharp nails left pits in the deck.

The Daemon Prince of Khorne was unaccustomed to such formal occasions, but unfortunately, [Guilliman] liked it, and liked it very much.

He began to regret why he had not fought Corax again - even if it would have caused [Guilliman] to punish him.

So they stood on the [Glory Empire], waiting for [Guilliman] as if they were standing still.

Next to the original body, the array was still grand, with countless legionnaires and mortal believers, demons, and mortal servants kneeling quietly at their feet, but they were no longer surprised.

The Primarch almost only cared about his own legionnaires, and no one cared about the smaller ones.

The mortals at their feet also have a different temperament from this fate line - they look completely subdued, with complete silence, obedience and numbness -

He will never feel pain because of his hard work and premature death, as if the pain has disappeared. There will be no dissatisfaction, no dissatisfaction bursting out due to the desire to survive.

In other words, if the psychics in the main destiny line carefully observe these poor people, they will find that there is something missing and something more in their souls——

But what exactly is that? Perhaps only higher-dimensional beings can see clearly, such as Neos.

[Corax] sniffed and felt the familiar rancid smell.

[Vulcan] is here.

The Swamp Dragon walked over slowly, the tears from his eyes never drying up. [Corax] carefully controlled the distance and said hello to the Swamp Dragon.

[Angron] went for excitement and asked [Vulkan] to give him a kiss.

And [Vulkan] will not refuse others, even [Mortarion], as long as [Mortarion] has a better tone, the Swamp Dragon will reluctantly agree.

[Corax] thought that he did not want to torture his eyes, so he cursed and took a step further.

The heavy sound of viscous liquid being mixed together sounded. [Corax] smacked his tongue, his eyes turned red, and he began to want to stab someone.

[haven't seen you for a long time. ]

Another evil and bloody voice sounded, finally a normal person came, [Corax] thought happily, and he looked at the undivided chaos [Sanguinius] who was walking slowly and unhurriedly.

[Sanguinius. ]

[Corax] spurted out blood, and he remembered the time he spent sparring with [Sanguinius] in martial arts. There was no doubt that he was very happy.

Initially on Terra, the [Emperor] taught [Sanguinius] to fight at a disadvantage in extreme environments, so their brother had enough experience in desperate situations.

Because of this, the battlefields where [Sanguinius] and his descendants are most often thrown into often have huge casualty ratios, and supplies are often lagging behind——

In order to quickly replenish the number of legions, [Sanguinius] recruited a large number of mutants into the legion.

As of now, the number of mutants in [Sanguinius]’s legion is also very large. [Guilliman] once joked in front of [Sanguinius] that the entire empire does not want them and has been completely eliminated. Almost all the genes were collected by [Sanguinius].

[Sanguinius] was not offended by such remarks - the pureblood blond seemed content with his lower, more obscure status in the Empire.

Although his single-target combat power is actually not low, [Sanguinius] is indeed not a being who likes to compete for credit. He often hangs out with [Horus], who also has no sense of presence at all——

I don’t know what they have to talk about.

As for [Horus], there is nothing worthy of discussion. He has not heard of [Guilliman] and is too lazy to go to him. But again, if [Guilliman] is not paying attention, it may be better. Suitable for the survival of the original body.

[Sanguinius] nodded towards [Corax], then turned his head and marveled at [Angron] who was wiping the mucus on his face.

[Do you want one? Sanguinius - your blood is the most delicious I have ever tasted among us. ]

[I think I'd better forget it,]

[Sanguinius] shrugged naturally,

[I am not as elegant as you, Angron, but I think you can cool yourself down for a while, so that you will be more excited when you go to the other side. ]

[I think it's a good idea - but I guess I can't wait that long. ]

[Angron] said casually, and the next moment, he turned his head suddenly. On the deck, the darkness dissipated, and [Mortarion] appeared in front of everyone with a smile.

[Good afternoon, my friends, I'm glad I can see you here. ]

[Mortarion] smiled and said that because of the upcoming dinner, he had to return to his "brothers".

Before [Corax] could speak, [Robert Guilliman]'s voice sounded from far away from them, causing almost all the original bodies to tremble.

[I'm glad you know coming back, too, my brother. ]

[Guilliman]'s psychic clone said leisurely. Next to him, his personal secretary [Lorja] was writing and drawing on the command board in silence.

[Corax] heard [Angron] swallowing saliva next to him.

Ten thousand years ago, [Lorgar] was another tragedy, forged by the hands of [Mortarion], [Guilliman] and [Angron].