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

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【Afraid.】

Motalian said, seemingly giving Shadowsun a respectful sidelong glance.

Then Death chuckled, his tone light.

But guess who came?

The next moment, the huge command screen behind Yingyang, which was rapidly broadcasting the battle situation, suddenly went black! After a rapid stream of garbled text, countless overlapping, pixelated three-headed dogs appeared on the command screen.

Yingyang stared dumbfounded at the command screen. This command screen was directly connected to the central control system, which meant that the entire planet's intelligent control system had been hacked?!

Drop, drop, drop——

The countdown on the entire planet stopped. There was nothing more to say. He arrived, and everything ended in an instant.

Hades casually pressed the pause button. In the face of the Tau race, whose entire race relied on intelligence, it was as easy for Hades to electronically infiltrate these technologies as breathing.

The sky was torn apart.

"I think I didn't teleport to the wrong place this time?"

【No. 】

"Motalian said casually."

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 766: Too Late? Does it matter?

"Hmm? Is that so? That's quite poignant."

The sky was torn apart by two completely different forces. One was absolutely bizarre, with verdant lightning scattering in pure darkness. The forging giant struck fireworks on the anvil, and the outcome was decided with a single hammer blow.

Another force... carries the awareness of an ant swarm charging towards an elephant; though small, it is like a mighty current.

The fleet of ships rained down, and fighter jets lined up in formation across the sky, tracing curves, but their destination was no longer the vast ocean of stars, but the boundless land that the Tau race had traversed step by step.

Fall, fall—charge!

Hundreds of millions of ships plunged from the sky to the earth, laden with the resolve of parting and explosives. Flowers scattered from the sky, waterfalls cascaded down, and the flames behind the engines reflected in the pupils as rivers of light. Thousands upon thousands of rivers of light descended, and the race that originated from the water source would eventually return to the Milky Way.

Until the very last second before their extinction, this race finally learned to be cruel to themselves and to the galaxy. They took the step to pass through the Great Filter, but it was all too late.

Hades sighed with emotion, realizing once again the terrifying adaptability and moral boundaries of the Tau race. Indeed, any race that could survive and thrive in this world possessed its own unique strengths.

Unfortunately, this galaxy is vast enough to give birth to countless races, but it is also narrow enough to allow only one overlord.

Those who ascend the throne are invariably covered in blood.

Above the gray and blood-red sky, the Destroyer descended, hovering in the air. His entire body was shrouded in darkness, with only a crimson dot visible in his left eye. His cloak, resembling a two-dimensional foil, billowed in the turbulent wind. Beside him, countless giant ships and small boats crashed to the ground, carrying the seeds of explosion.

So it turns out that this was a similar scene back then...

Hades was in a daze for a moment, as if he had returned to the battlefield where he had been supported by the Cult of Mechanics. The first battle between the Hades and the Star Gods was just like that. On the scene of absolute, crushing despair, ants hoped to participate in the war of the gods, and mortals longed to change the fate of their race—which required them to stake everything.

Bet everything, take the pinnacle of racial industry and war, and use it in the most brutal way.

They all just wanted to win; they all just wanted to survive.

Perhaps when they rush to the ground, watching Mother Earth's embrace draw ever closer, they will share a moment of common feeling.

but……

Hades stretched out his hand, the dripping liquid metal already covering his gauntlets, but because it was enveloped by the Black Domain, it appeared absolutely black.

The radio waves of destruction and cessation are ready.

At least in terms of manipulating machinery, Hades, who killed Vashtor and devoured many fragments of the Void Dragon, now has absolute authority.

Hades had a sudden thought.

Snapped!

A snap of the fingers.

The faint radio waves rippled outwards from Pluto at the speed of light, but they were not merely simple data-containing waves; violent energy lurked within them.

boom! ! !

Boom! Boom boom boom boom!!!

An unbelievable scene unfolded. Shadow Sun collapsed to the ground, unable to bear it any longer. At a uniform altitude across the entire planet, most of the ships that had carried out the suicide missions detonated prematurely. Fireworks burst forth one after another, culminating in a grand fireworks display to celebrate the annihilation of this race.

An explosion, a deafening explosion, a dazzling brilliance that replaced the sun as the only light illuminating the ruins of the battlefield.

Hades gave his command: reach the same height and trigger the explosion ahead of schedule—all electronic components and mechanical devices that obeyed the laws of physics submitted obediently to him; execution was the only truth, and betrayal was unimaginable.

"Woof! Woof woof woof woof~"

A bizarre, modified audio, resembling a rainbow cat's meowing song, echoed across every intelligent hub of the Titan Clan. The swarm of machine bees collapsed to the ground, and on the small, touchable screens, a pixelated Cerberus was running merrily.

Hades Edition Electronic Virus 1.9a – For races that love to rely on machinery and intelligence and are completely defenseless, you deserve to have it!

Hades loves your kind of "obedient" race that relies entirely on intelligence!

Humans aren't exactly friendly to other races.

Hades raised an eyebrow. The cooperation with the Space Necromancers was also based on the strategic premise that they couldn't defeat the other side and that the Space Necromancers had no future. Faced with such an alien race whose future potential could be seen at a glance, what was the point of not annihilating the race?

Do we have to treat it like in a shonen anime, where the main characters are gradually given a final villain with a level of strength that is suitable for fighting?

Hades was exceptionally cautious in this regard—he carefully assessed the risk of each enemy, and the greatest respect was for the extermination of one's own race.

Individual emotions and resolve are too insignificant in this galaxy. Every race has fought a life-or-death battle. The victor is king, the loser is villain. One must accept the consequences of one's actions. There is no fairness in the arena of racial rise and fall.

Caught in the cycle of the rise and fall of a race, the pain and sacrifice of individuals are like dust in the wind.

Hades respected sacrifice, but he only shed tears for the sacrifice of his own race.

So Hades brushed away the dust that filled the sky.

The grandest explosion had already ended, leaving only a few small boats falling lagging behind from the sky—most of them were civilian vessels modified by the Water Clan or Earth Clan. Because of their outdated engines, they could not keep up with the sacrifices of the main force, and thus were relegated to an unnoticed corner by Shadow Sun.

Even so, they still fall resolutely, regardless of whether their wings are broad or slender; the birds' determination to fall to the earth remains the same.

But at this moment they may feel even more desperate and helpless. On the battlefield, the survivors of the losers are the most grief-stricken. Unlike their comrades who died first, they are not so lucky. They must live to accept the fact that their race has been destroyed.

This is the greatest cruelty in the world, and it is the fate that Hades tries his best to prevent his race from falling into.

Fortunately, Hades survived and developed his power. Thanks to Hades' efforts, the human empire no longer has to face such a terrifying scene.

Hades was so relieved that the official documents he had approved in the past had finally been of some use.

In this galaxy, if you want to live peacefully, you have to strangle other "people" with your own hands—in exchange for your own eternal destiny.

It hasn't been long since Shadow Sun comprehended these principles, but its race started too late. The backwardness of a race can never be reversed by a single individual unless it starts like a domino, with small impacts accumulating into big changes. It's not just Shadow Sun that changes—it needs to change all the Tau people it comes into contact with, only then will there be a glimmer of hope.

But as I said before, it's too late.

The game is over, and you realize you've lost, lost so utterly, yet you have no choice but to swallow your pride. The enemy is someone you can hardly imagine; they are playing against you, but the chessboard has been altered by some inexplicable contamination. So the black pieces are no longer black, and the white pieces are no longer white.

You look up and see the enemy's chess pieces, like an overwhelming tidal wave.

Even if you have a thousand ideas and skills, at this moment, all of them pale in comparison. Your opponent not only has a crushing number of your pieces, but also the ability to change the rules.

This may be the first time humanity has faced the despair of a time of chaos, but it doesn't matter, children, because Hades and the Emperor have arrived!

But you weren't so lucky.

Shadow Sun coughed, and the most respected commander of the Tau tribe smiled bitterly in the face of death. A deathly dejection appeared on the female Tau tribe's resolute, chiseled face. It was all over.

It felt a pang of pain. If that was the case, it would be better to let the people continue to live in their peaceful dreams, happy and peaceful until the very last moment, rather than shatter their beautiful dreams and shout loudly. It had mobilized everything with all its might, but the outcome was the same.

It only adds to the suffering.

It did not deliver the hope it had promised.

"...I am willing to admit defeat."

"Shadow Sun said in despair, struggling and trembling as it looked up at the monster—was that still human? The difference between human subspecies was so great? It was even greater than the difference between titanium and humans."

With its last ounce of courage, it stared directly at Mortarian, each word deliberate and deliberate.

"What... exactly are you monsters?"

Mortarion calmly gazed at the weak commander—the Primarch seemed thoughtful. Such a weak commander, then it must have subdued his army through immense personal charisma and ability.

The sight of the inverted river of light on the horizon and the news that Hades had arrived made Mortalian not mind chatting with the corpse a little longer.

Not a monster.

Mortarian chuckled, wrinkles etched on the side of his face where the gas mask was stuck.

[I just want to survive.]

"But... to survive, one has to pay such a high price?"

Yingyang sighed, as if it were its last breath. Even with weak psionic energy, the poisonous gas of the Grim Reaper was enough to take away this fragile little guy. Its pupils gradually became cloudy and no longer emitted light.

【more than,】

Mortarian blinked and moved aside to make room for Hades' teleportation later.

The cost of survival is far greater than you see or imagine, you innocent little one.

"so……"

Unlike the agonizing and dramatic death of Foresight, Shadowsun's death was silent and even somewhat serene. It turned its head in vain, towards the star sector where it was born.

"So it's better if the clan is wiped out sooner..."

Shadowsun died, a bitter smile on its lips. Perhaps even the most radical Tau, capable of bombing innocent civilians for victory, felt the price was too high after witnessing the human hive.

It still did not want its own kind to experience such suffering as human development, even though it could bear it, it did not want to see its own kind suffer such torment—it did not have such a hard and cold heart.

Only a madman would do that.

………………

Hades turned his head and saw the small boats whistling as they plunged into the thick cloud of smoke formed by the corpses of their predecessors. Then, in the oppressive fog, a few dim lights appeared. The small individuals died silently, just as unnoticed as the positions that Shadow Sun had assigned to them.

But so what?

The microscopic existence is too painful and troublesome to examine in detail, so it is not as simple and clear as the macro strategy. Hades does not care about the life or death of the alien races - oh no, he cares about the alien races being completely wiped out.

The battle is over; all that remains is to wrap things up.

Pluto was silent for a moment. He sensed the locations of the three Primarchs: Mortalian was deep within the largest military base, his psionic energy stable; Corax was at another distant missile base, seemingly using psionic energy to support his offspring; and Conrad was on a ruined site, his psionic energy chaotic—the darkness screamed erratically, but it felt quite energetic, like the type that could continue to bounce around even after suffering a fatal wound.

Meanwhile, Conrad's offspring also moved closer to their genetic father.

Upon seeing Conrad, Hades suddenly remembered that for the past two months or so, after the Primarchs left, Sevita seemed to have been trying to get on Hades' good side—at least Hades had seen Sevita next to the grumpy Karas on several occasions.

Hades had little to say about Conrad, and his approach was simply to treat him like a normal person in daily life, but tie him up and throw him into an isolation room to cool off after an episode.

The old grudges are a mess, and Mortarion has tricked Conrad countless times, both openly and secretly, over the past ten thousand years.

Out of consideration for Conrad's past sacrifice to help Mortalian, Hades had long since chosen to disregard the Lord of the Night and treat Sevita as the primary legal representative of the Lord of the Night.

After all, you can't really reason with a lunatic. The last person to try to reason with Conrad was Saint-Gilles.

Therefore, Saint Gilles' mental state was also beautiful.

Hades remained silent for a moment, then decisively chose to teleport to the vicinity of Mortalion. The Primarch was already waiting for Hades there. The Pale Lord stood calmly on the misty ground, watching as the space around him was torn open by darkness.

"already dead?"

Hades, who was leaning out, saw a Titanium corpse. He had never seen Shadow Sun's real face; the battle reports he received were always of a helmet-covered figure.

Mortarian nodded.

【died. 】

The Primarch recalled Shadowsun's last words, which perfectly matched the Mortalian stereotype of weak, morally superior races: survival is everything, and losing life means losing everything.

Choosing to leave because one cannot bear the pain is a sign of cowardice.

These little creatures wouldn't survive if thrown onto the original Barbarus. On the first day, they would either be poisoned to death or commit suicide because they couldn't stand it.

Only the resilient survive and continue to triumph—ultimately giving the weaker members of their kind the weapons and defenses to survive.

Mortarian thought happily. He coughed and faced Hades, who had stepped out of the torn space and was making an expression that Hades called "Bengbu Dragon Map" at him. Hades stretched out his hand in a strange gesture, as if to give Mortarian a high five.

That pose was stupid, giving Mortalian the impression of a young recruit who had just joined the Legion trying to show off—Hades had a strange way of thinking in some inexplicable way.

It's like that pixelated Cerberus that's still running.