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

Chapter 717 165. Chaos on the Ground! Underground!
Magnus was stunned for a moment.

For a psychic, this is an extremely bad feeling - it means that the warp is hinting at him, telling him that something disturbing is about to happen.

So, what could it be?
Magnus stopped turning the pages with his bare hands. He stroked the pages thoughtfully. In the library of the wise man, a beautiful future was slowly taking shape.

Gifted psychic sages are allowed to enter the library of Magnus the Wise, where Magnus and his Grey Knights will personally teach them and feel the pulse of psychic energy.

Knowledge should not be imprisoned - fools are prevented from entering the temple of knowledge, but the wise should not be stopped.

So... Magnus pondered for a moment. What exactly happened to make the warp cast an uneasy hint at him?

What would this be?
………………

"Another Primarch."

Big Fang spoke in a rough voice, staring at the Primarch while panting. The physical strength consumed in the battle with Black was recovering rapidly. What happened before was just an appetizer.

As for Blood Red Alpha…

The greenskin warlord is no stranger.

Under the guidance of the Grey Phoenix Fulgrim, his clans have been continuously attacking Khorne's territory, using Khorne's wars to upgrade the greenskin boys.

The greenskins make a living by war. For this race, the territory of Khorne in the Warp is a promised land flowing with honey and milk.

"Are you an imposter? Or a true Alpha?"

Hot air spurted out of its big mouth with big front teeth. Alpha, almost identical Alphas. The greenskin bosses under its command had fought with the Alpha "Primarch" many times. Sometimes, two "Alphas" would appear at the same time and declare themselves to be the real Primarch.

It was also the Alphas who made it difficult for the greenskins to gain experience with Khorne.

Changing positions, spreading false information, and even letting the guys from the Underworld Clan think that they are Alphas and then defect - this is definitely not what Front Fang expected to see.

But in the process of Khorne's forces fighting against the greenskin Underworld clans, this method was proven to be effective, so more and more Alphas joined the battle.

Until the big front tooth decided to jump out of this war which was gradually changing its style.

"If you are an imposter... then it would be very rude."

Dasfang grinned, the success of the battle with the Black Butcher just now made its blood boil! Get up, yes! That's the feeling, a rage battle of life and death!
After not seeing him for many years, the Black Butcher's movements of swinging his axe became more and more skillful, with large and wide swings, and many times he completely gave up on defense when attacking. This is a strategy rarely adopted by the human race, but the Black Butcher has mastered it to perfection!
If he were not a human, Black Butcher could definitely become a famous warlord!

Instead of being ordered around by human psychics like now - even though that little psychic can is also very powerful.

"Don't act rashly."

Karas sighed softly, the blood around his mouth already dried up.

A thin psychic rope tied him and Blake beside him. Healing white light flowed down from the psychic rope, stopping the blood from flowing and making new sprouts grow on the rotten flesh.

The psychic shield covered Karas and Black. Karas' muscles were tense, and he was obviously extremely wary of the Blood Primarch who had suddenly entered the battlefield.

The battlefield seemed blank for a moment.

However, in Karas's channel communication, countless torpedoes were soaring in the star field above Baal, the shadows of Thunder Eagles and Storm Birds fighting each other were looming in the clouds, the Titan cluster was moving at high speed, and the Knight Guards under the feet of the God Machine roared with chainsaw swords.

Up to now, as the Death Guard and the Cult of the Underworld’s naval forces are still staying in the main battlefield of Slaanesh’s death, the star field near Baal is guarded by the fleets of the World Eaters and the Ultramarines. The sudden intrusion of Abaddon’s forces has made the situation above the planet confusing.

The blood mist shrouding the planet's atmosphere also hinders ground-to-air support.

The air forces mostly fought at low altitudes, providing transportation and real-time map updates to the ground as much as possible. From time to time, long-winged monsters took off, causing a few muffled thunders to flash in the clouds.

The Hades, led by Buzz, along with a company of World Eaters, went to board the greenskin's giant Titan, and the three Titan squads on the ground were therefore dispatched - but the largest Titan force brought by the Death Guard had been on standby at the position behind the Holy Cathedral, awaiting Karas's orders at any time.

All large enemy units that attempt to enter the vicinity of the Holy Cathedral by any means other than psychic teleportation will be eliminated by this army.

Karas was originally very confident. He thought he would stop any idiot who dared to teleport psychically in front of him, but the facts proved that he was wrong, extremely wrong.

First, a ridiculously large greenskin, then a corrupted primarch blessed by Khorne himself.

What’s next?
In the midst of the psychic distortion of space, Karas' heart was calm, and he was not even in the mood to roll his eyes.

Another psychic greenskin successfully arrived at the battlefield.

The person who came was the greenskin that was taunted by Karas.

This once again shocked almost all the human forces present. It was so similar.

People don't even need to describe its appearance and temperament. Magboy just stands there, and at one glance, you can tell who it is "paying tribute" to.

Fortunately, the people sealing the place were all taciturn Death Guards. Karas rolled his eyes in his heart, otherwise someone would definitely shout out that name.

really--

"Magnus?!"

This was shouted out by the mortal believers of Khorne. It had nothing to do with the Death Guard or Kharas. None of them thought that the greenskin with a red wig looked like Magnus.

[Magnus...] Alpha looked at the somewhat surprised Magboy with a smirk - the greenskin seemed not to have expected to see the Primarch here.

[This is the first time I have seen Magnus's folly so directly, although you have always been in my intelligence, Magboy.]

Magboy almost never appeared on the front battlefield. It seemed that it was intentionally hidden by Front Fang. If Alpha's intelligence system had not inferred that there was a psychic in the Hades Clan who was about to enter the super-Alpha level, Magboy would hardly be discovered by anyone.

The greenskin warlord seemed surprised by the sudden arrival of Magboy. He opened his mouth with big front teeth and was about to scold Magboy, but stopped the moment his big eyes turned to Karas.

"Is that so? That's fine."

Big Front Tooth smiled, made a sword flower with the heavy sword in his hand, and walked a few steps to the side of Mag Boy.

The Magboy raised the scepter in his hand and stared at Karas intently.

"I have indeed restrained you for too long."

"This was my choice and none of your business - but I am sincerely sorry for my failure to do my job."

The Magboy said, glancing nervously at the Blood Red Alpha.

"Blood Red Alpha!"

The Muggle boy shouted,
"Stay away from here. I am about to challenge this powerful human psychic to a bloody duel. I believe you will respect this duel and stay away - because your way of the Lord of Blood lies here."

This sentence obviously made everyone except Mag Boy stunned. There was a brief silence in the air, and then the big front tooth next to Mag Boy added urgently,

"Put away your arrogant expression, you depraved shrimp. I don't think you are willing to be an enemy of the Hades Clan right now. I just want to see Hades. I am not interested in your plan to get the Big Bird Man."

wonderful.

Alpha thought, this is great, the greenskin or Magnus will surely bring him a different surprise.

But just before he was about to pretend to agree, there was a flash of light, a pure and rapid flash of psychic energy that hit him directly.

"Who the hell asked me for my opinion?!"

Callas grinned and cursed,
"Your grandma's legs! Listen up! You green-skinned wizard who doesn't look like a green-skinned person - now! Come fight with your grandpa Karas and this idiot!!!"

"One-on-one? One-on-one fights are for sissies!"

But you just challenged the green-skinned big fang.
Blake wanted to say this, but he swallowed the words silently, because Karas had already rushed out, the violent thunder of psychic power made him look abnormally huge and angry, and the Death Guard psyker handed his big front fang to Blake by the way.

Ok.

But I'm not a sissy, Blake thought to himself.

He raised his axe and met Dasfang's murderous gaze.

"Come and fight!"

………………

"wrong."

Hades said suddenly, frowning and reaching his hand upwards, as if feeling something.

"The psychic energy of Khorne above us has increased. It is possible that Khorne's forces are casting spells directly above us. The power of Khorne is approaching here through some kind of conductor. The crust above us is connecting to the warp - how is the Archangel now?"

Guilliman, dragged by Mortarion, lowered his head and stared at the sleeping Sanguinius.

[It's fine now, but his expression is a little unstable. ]

really.

Hades gritted his teeth. The longer he dragged on, the more uneasy he felt about the situation on the ground. At the same time, he was also worried about letting these Primarchs go on their own - the Archangel's psychic energy had always been faintly resonating with the Blood Lord's psychic energy, and Hades had to ensure that Sanguinius' psychic energy would not be contaminated.

"It's too late. We can't let the ground troops wait too long! I'm going to use the Black Domain to surround us all, and then rush out directly. I will use short-distance physical teleportation - but I think you can handle it."

You can handle it, right?

Guilliman thought, he looked up sharply to seek the answer from Mortarion, but unfortunately, Mortarion showed a rather horrifying expression.

+I don't want to ask if we can make it, because the answer is obvious, but I want to ask Sanguinius, it will be fine, right? +
Angron's psychic communication sounded between the three of them at the right time.

Guilliman raised his eyes again and met Angron's desperate gaze.

But what made them even more desperate was that Mortarion did not answer the question immediately.

In the black area that was slowly enveloping the Primarchs, making them dizzy and their stomachs churning, Mortarion's voice sounded pale and weak.

+Be tough.+
Mortarion said, and then the last rift in the Black Realm closed, causing all the psionic Primarchs present to see black.

(End of this chapter)