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

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[Corax]'s sense of smell has never been wrong. His other self has the same bloodthirsty instinct, but why...?

Why...?

I know what you're thinking.

Corax glanced sideways at Conrad, who was digging himself out of the pit, and thought, "This world is insane."

The answer is that I'm very lucky to have met a group of people who love me!

? !

The next moment, Corax's black pupils suddenly magnified in Corax's eyes. The shrike instinctively retreated and raised its arms to defend, but the seemingly thin black feathers sliced ​​through its armor?!

The shrike swung its blood claws upwards, but the claws did not touch anything. The phantom of Corax's pale face was still there in front of him, but the person had already disappeared!

The shrike suddenly felt a thud on its left shoulder.

The inverted, deathly pale face reappeared in his sight, with feather-like, uncertain darkness on Corax's lips and cheeks, as if it were devouring his entire face.

A stinging pain came from his neck, and the shrike smelled the rich, fresh blood he loved most—it came from himself.

I guess... if you were there—then you killed those people, right?

Corax questioned, his Raven Claw digging deep into the shrike's muscles. The Khorne Demon Prince's muscles were extremely hard, and Corax felt that his attack had only pierced the surface of his skin.

[What—what the hell?! Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull offering to the skull seat!!]

The shrike cried out, grabbed Corax on its shoulder, and slammed it to the ground. This time, Corax couldn't dodge the shrike's hands and was angrily slammed to the ground—once, twice, three times.

Buzz—Bang!

【Ah ah ah! 】

The roar was deafening. Suddenly, the shrike angrily released Corax—Conrad stood up, panting, the muzzle of his Gauss rifle spitting out wisps of hot air.

Don't forget I'm here for you.

Conrad casually spat on the ground, and Corax, who had been released by the shrike, immediately disappeared back into the darkness. The darkness surged up and surrounded the battlefield of the three.

The shrike was furious, incredibly furious. He hadn't suffered much damage, but the humiliation of being ambushed nearly drove him mad.

His blood claws suddenly flashed, their blood energy surging, about to—

I thought I would see you struggling against the space undead.

Another unfamiliar voice suddenly interrupted, unhurried yet carrying a hint of anger. [Corax] almost immediately became alert, sensing that the owner of the voice was extremely powerful.

But what did I actually see in the end?

As the white mist churned, an insect-like humanoid slowly rose from the gathering mist. Its appearance was so bizarre and terrifying that it instinctively startled Corax.

At the same time, Corax felt the power that was blessing him suddenly weaken.

I think you can play with them later.

Robert Guilliman said softly, his crown gleaming brightly.

+【Corax】, it seems you're in a bit of a hurry?

Corax immediately retracted its claws.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 799 [241] Guilliman: I'm gradually understanding everything

(The other Fateline Primarch dialogue box is [], the rest remains the same)

[Corax] has never seen such an... ugly being.

The beings that truly coexist with the subspace are not as discordant and ugly as those beings.

The insect-like monster standing in the white mist...

The Primarch squinted, staring intently at the being. Mortarion, who had been teleported from the warp, had clearly unleashed his true form. Now, the face that Corax could recognize was gone, replaced by a bone-white face with the lower half completely insectized.

[Just a friendly exchange...]

"Corax," he said, panting. He felt his bloodlust catching up with him again. He wanted to see blood everywhere, and he wanted to see heads being thrust high into the sky.

Instead of talking to these rabble-minded people here, even though he really wanted to see Conrad in this world—but Conrad here was nothing but a pile of mud compared to the Conrad in his world.

In this world, I also became a cowardly and timid being.

[Corax] coughed up blood, his thick spine heaving with each breath, and he arched his back, taking a slight step back.

He didn't want to get entangled with them.

The raptor, driven by instinct, thought to itself.

[Who knew Conrad was so weak!]

[Corax] roared, his bony wings spread wide, and a hurricane rose from beneath them. Mortarian saw spikes rising between [Corax]'s bony wings, and heads strung on those spikes.

The next moment, the [Corax], which had ascended into the air, flapped its wings and immediately flew back to the battlefield, fleeing as if it were a refugee, and rushed back into the battlefield against the space undead.

【…】

Seeing the shrike depart, Corax almost immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the Primarch relaxed his stance.

But he knew the danger wouldn't disappear; that [Corax] was very strong... If [Conrad] on the other side also joined the battle, he and Koz might not necessarily win.

Perhaps it's only because the two commanders have reached an agreement that the shrike is not acting recklessly now.

Corax swallowed hard. From their very first encounter, he had already discerned the instability and ferocity of the opposing shrike. Whether they were to cooperate with it or fight it, it would be a considerable challenge for them.

Corax turned his head to look at Mortalian.

What exactly happened?

As you can see... the Emperor created two threads of fate, and now they are beginning to overlap...

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

I think I can understand.

After hearing Mortalian's explanation, Corax's eyelids twitched.

But this also...

Mortarian rolled his eyes.

[If you want to criticize the Emperor, feel free to do so.]

No, let's forget about it.

Corax waved his hand; his arm, which had just been grabbed by the shrike, still ached slightly.

So what do we do now?

Korax pressed on, glancing uneasily at the distant battlefield where the Khorne army, surging from the fissures in the earth, seemed endless.

The subspace here is extremely strange now, giving Corax the feeling of sunshine and rain happening at the same time.

Listen to Guilliman.

Mortarian said calmly,

And protect Hades.

Is Pluto in danger?

【…】

Mortarian clenched his bone scythe tightly.

[Danger...extremely dangerous.]

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Two days later

Hades was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes vacant.

Hades felt excruciating pain in the part of himself struck by the light of the King of Silence. He felt that he, as a part of the Star God, had been severely injured, and that part was now screaming and howling.

Besides the pain, Hades also felt hungry, an endless hunger, and he needed energy to heal.

After a brief period of silence and inward wailing, Hades turned his senses back to the outside world.

He heard a rustling sound, an endless rustling sound. Guilliman was sitting at his desk, documents spread out around him, and countless floating pens were signing countless floating sheets of paper.

Hades decided to pretend he wasn't awake.

But his sense of responsibility wouldn't allow him to do that.

So he decided to close his eyes and sleep for five minutes.

……

I woke up because I was hungry.

Hades suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight as if he had been ejected from a tumble.

"Holy crap?!"

As he moved his body, a sharp pain, like being torn apart, came over him, making Hades feel as if he had pulled a muscle in his back. He hadn't felt this pain in a long time, like being run over by a Glory Queen while he was sleeping at night.

【woke up?】

Killieman turned to look at Hades, his pen moving at an undiminished speed.

Mortarion was still on the battlefield, so Guilliman had to continue to stay by Hades' bedside, occasionally scrambling with the sleepwalking Hades for official documents.

The good news is that Pluto's sleepwalking time was very short.

"How's the war progressing?!"

Hades asked hastily, recalling that he had finally faced off against the Silent King but had failed... What is the current situation on the Imperial front?

Hades recalled the strange psychic power he had felt in the last moments before he fell unconscious. What was that?

We should all thank Tara Singh.

Killieman stopped writing and said seriously,

It seized the opportunity to instigate conflict between the Storm King and the Silent King, and now the two great dynasties of the Necromancers are locked in a fierce battle, giving us a brief respite.

Tarasin?

Guillman's words made Hades breathe a sigh of relief almost immediately; all the upgrades he had done for Tarasin back then hadn't been in vain after all.

Afterwards, we also need to thank Taraxin; hxd is truly helpful when needed.

However, on the other hand, Tarasin probably harbored resentment for a long time and was extremely disappointed with both the Silent King and the Storm King.

However, the situation is not very optimistic. A victor will eventually emerge from the battle between the Storm King and the Silent King—once a clear winner is determined, the victor will immediately turn its attention to us.

"What are you going to do?"

Killieman's eyes flickered.

[Let's put that aside for now... Hades, what can you sense?]

Hades was taken aback by these words, and then his dark domain automatically expanded to its maximum extent—and then he "saw" it.

In a certain area aboard the Makurag's Glory, an extremely powerful soul was burning quietly, the flames raging, yet without making a sound.

And...it's very strange.

That soul was even larger than Mortarion's soul. Amidst the dim gray, dazzling bright red, pale green, and alluring pink burned fiercely on the surface of the flames. On its outermost edge, five layers of blue and gold chains overlapped, sealing off the area where the flames burned.

What is this?

Hades frowned, sensing a faint sense of familiarity, yet also something extremely strange.

He squinted and scrutinized the creature, and as if sensing Hades' gaze, the flame flinched for a moment.

In that instant, Hades saw a small black dot deep within the soul, like a rift, much like his own dark domain.

"what is that?"

Hades asked seriously. The soul had a strong aura of chaos—yet it didn't seem to be pure chaos. For safety reasons, Hades immediately used the Dark Domain to imprison the flame in the warp dimension.

The dark gray flames suddenly swelled up, baring their fangs and claws as if trying to break free of the cage. Hades immediately tensed up, but the next moment, the flames dimmed again, looking weak and powerless.

Hades blinked and looked at Killieman, already nervous and hoping Killieman would give him a proper explanation.