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

Countless cannons roared, and billowing flames trembled and burst forth on the earth.

The puppet's corpse was flying everywhere, its pieces streaking through the air before crashing heavily back to the ground.

Countless slow-moving vehicles were overturned, and the puppets inside were directly shaken into a pile of loose, fleshy pulp.

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Then came the sound of a blade slicing through the air.

Mortarian charged into the fleeing horde of puppets, wielding his scythe with sweeping, powerful strokes. Each swing brought a storm of blood and carnage, accompanied by the screams of the enemy.

Around him, corpses made of stitched-together puppets were scattered everywhere, body parts piled on top of each other, organs piled on top of organs, blood splattered, and bodily fluids were everywhere.

The Death Guards also rushed up, following Mortarion's footsteps. Scythes clashed, sparks flew, and countless golems screamed as their heads were chopped off.

Apart from the cries of fleeing enemies, the whistling of blades cutting through the air, the roar of muskets firing, and the thud of running feet, there was no other sound on the battlefield at this moment.

Yes, the Death Guards carried out their slaughter and reaping in a silent and orderly manner.

A silent harvest dance unfolds on the gas-filled plains, with the dead serving as its necessary sacrifices.

As the last puppet's head spun and fell, as the last Death Guard sheathed its sharp scythe—

A silent murmur and a sense of joy enveloped the battlefield.

This is yet another victory worth celebrating.

Based on the intelligence maps sent from the front lines, Mortarion led the Death Guards and successfully cut off all of the supply lines of the alien lord Nacre.

Those supply lines, like blood-sucking nematodes, constantly drained the blood of the people of Barbarossa, and countless lives of Barbarossa were taken by these greedy monsters.

But all of this will soon be over.

The current state of oppression in Barbalus, the centuries-long exploitation of Barbalus, and the shameful history of Barbalus under alien rule.

It's almost over!

He, Mortarion, will behead the last alien lord, proclaiming the victory of the Death Guard and the victory of the people of Barbaros!

With the last supply line cut off and the last piece of armor forged in the rear, Mortarion knew that the alien lord Nacre's days were numbered.

The pace of the war quickened, with both sides taking to the field, betting everything, and fighting to the death.

In the next clash of arms, in the next roar of cannons, amidst the flashing swords, whose head will fall to the ground?

The game of fate is about to reach its first climax; everyone is back in their places, and the curtain is about to rise.

Can the game of the gods find a way to break the deadlock?

Emperor's Fantasy.

just now.

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“My Lord, our advance team has discovered a planet that the locals call Barbalus.”

"The advance team has discovered that there may be one of your offspring on this planet."

Happy reading! (≧▽≦)

Chapter 31 Scythe War

Barbalus, in the northern mountains, in the territory of the alien lord Nacre, on the mountainside.

just now.

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The gloomy sky pressed down, and the thick poisonous gas flowed slowly around the soldiers like a tangible river.

Mortarian swung his scythe, the iron chains wrapped around its lower part rattling loudly.

The blade flashed, unmatched in its sharpness; with each swing of the scythe, a spray of blood and gore erupted.

Countless pieces of flesh lay piled up at his feet, and large wounds slowly oozed blackish-yellow pus, gradually soaking the ground beneath his feet.

Nearby, five guards led by Callistiphon were also fighting with sickles.

Countless aliens and puppets, wielding weapons, shoved and howled as they charged forward, only to be torn to shreds by scythes.

A little distance away from them, Hades was also wielding his scythe.

He compressed the dark domain to a radius of five meters around his body, then directly wielded his scythe and slaughtered among the dense horde of puppets, spinning the scythe like a wild dancer performing a dance of the dead among the puppets.

When the high-level puppets angrily try to rush over and fight, they are suddenly shaken by the rapidly increasing concentration of the dark domain, temporarily losing their fighting ability.

Even worse, some were so overwhelmed by the sudden increase in pressure that they knelt on the ground, trembling.

Each time the sickle spins, it harvests a life.

Hades wielded his sickle seemingly tirelessly. His experiences in the south had honed him to a level where the warrior now knew how to take the enemy's life more efficiently and accurately in battle.

Only a brief and precise death can be the last act of mercy I can bestow upon my enemy!

When the dark mass of puppets dwindled to just a few, fleeing in despair into the distance, they all simultaneously lowered their scythes.

Mortalian's guard Haznil drew his gun from his back and aimed it at the few puppets that were trying to escape.

Several gunshots rang out, and the puppet fell to the ground.

At this moment, if someone were to look up from the foot of the mountain, they would see a road made up of piled-up puppet corpses, like a twisting, meandering earthworm, tirelessly wriggling and slowly climbing to a higher place on the mountain.

"It went pretty smoothly, I think."

Haznil's voice broke the silence first.

"We must not let our guard down; this is just the beginning."

Mortarian's deep voice echoed from within the armor.

As if in response to Mortalian's words, Hades' voice rang out from a distance, in a place that was "invisible and imperceptible" to everyone.

"Dodge!!! From the sky!!"

In response to Hades' words, a faint red light flashed in the swirling poisonous fog.

The seven people quickly ran towards the nearest obstacle, with countless tiny sparks falling around them.

The Primarch's towering figure raced across the mountains at breakneck speed, and Mortarion even scooped up Murnau, who nearly stumbled and fell during the run.

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As the crimson fireballs roared and revealed their ferocious faces from the sky—

—The creatures on the ground also roared out their anger.

"emission!!!"

Death Guard Morag stood beside a cannon, his scythe pointing directly at the fiery red ocean of blood above the mountainside.

The artillery, which had been pre-positioned on the flat ground at the foot of the mountain, began to roar, and countless bright yellow munitions whistled as they suddenly pierced through the thick poisonous fog.

This brilliant bright yellow pierced through layers of mist, shooting straight into the sky!

Let the screaming shells unleash our deafening battle cries!

As Mortarion dragged Hades, who was covering the rear, into the gate bunker, the bright yellow at the forefront crashed into the crimson, tearing and exploding in the air. Bright flowers burst open, fragments scattered, and it screamed as it swooped down to the ground.

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After the first bright flower bloomed—

Flowers are beginning to bloom in spring.

Its daybreak.

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The alien lord Nacre unleashed all its remaining firepower, but even the cunning creature had not anticipated that the once insignificant humans had mastered the technology to improve and manufacture artillery.

Ha, what an arrogant alien.

Today is your death day!

When the roaring sky calmed down and the trembling earth subsided, the group of people who had gone up the mountain crawled out of the gate bunker, which had been shattered and ruined by the debris.

On the ground ravaged by the shredded artillery fire, countless pieces of corpses burned fiercely, and the pungent stench of death was so strong that even those wearing closed respiratory and circulatory systems could smell it.

The fire burned quietly.

"Fortunately, we managed to set up the artillery by working overtime."

Hades' slightly relaxed voice rang out.

Prior to this, the Death Guard, who had just captured the flatlands at the foot of the mountain, suddenly received a message from their old stronghold in the rear.

On the equator of Barbarossa, a faint golden light appeared amidst the perpetually lingering poisonous gas.

Then, a messenger claiming to be from Terra arrived.

He claimed to have come to find a friend and was currently waiting at the old hideout.

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Motalian immediately changed his plan to summit the mountain three days later, and prepared to start climbing as soon as night fell.

Karastiphon and Mortarian argued about this.

Karastiffon believed that the Death Guards, who had just finished fighting on the plains, needed to rest. At the same time, attempting to climb that day would prevent the heavy artillery from being fully deployed.

But Mortarian insisted on reaching the summit immediately.

That so-called messenger from Terra.

Motarian felt a surge of panic. This couldn't be anything good.

Motalian once questioned what he really was.

Where did Mortarian, a baby who fell from the sky, come from?

In the dispute between Motalian and Carrastiphon.

Hades joined in as well.

Hades, who usually advises caution, went against his usual practice and insisted on Mortarion's plan.

"Give me one night. I don't need to set up everything. Just pick the key areas that are likely to be attacked and set up artillery accordingly."

The next day, after a brief rest, the Death Guard and Mortarion saw the artillery pieces, hastily camouflaged and set up, below the mountain.

And Hades with a messy head and dark circles under his eyes.

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Mortarian looked up at the sky, which had just been bright and sparkling, but now it was silent again, and the poisonous fog was churning and rolling rapidly.

It seems that Hades's advance planning and arrangements played a crucial role this time.

"Well done, Hades."

Hades shrugged, his armor rattling and clicking.

"It's time to keep moving upwards."

He looked up, and the mountain path wound its way up to the summit.

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Just as a block of ice can feel the heat of the sun, Hades could also vaguely sense the golden power at the other end of the mountain.

What Hades needs to do now is very simple.

Assisting Mortarion in killing his adoptive father, if successful, will reduce Mortarion's chances of betraying him in the future.

Even if they fail, an emperor will eventually come to their rescue, and they will most likely not die.

Hades knew that in this game where he might not win, but he would never lose—

He usually likes to take a gamble.

(ω) Happy reading!

Chapter 32 The Road to Heaven