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

"Alright..." Mortalian said somewhat forlornly, then laughed again. He casually took a step to the right, dodging Alpha's blood spear, then raised his free hand, waved his mouth, and shouted—

Omega tried in vain to shoot at him, shouting desperately in an attempt to interrupt him, but Mortarian had already shouted it out.

[Hades! This way! Come this way!!!]

Mortarian's maniacal, wicked laughter echoed through the corridor, but the instigator fled the moment he uttered those words. The mist swirled, and Mortarian instantly abandoned the two he had just been fighting.

Omega slowly turned around and saw the darkness he had just escaped surge up again at the other end of the corridor.

【Motalian!!!】

The crimson Alpha roared in fury.

At the furthest point the roar could reach, the white mist churned, then coalesced into a human form. The next moment, a giant scythe emerged, slashing, spinning, hooking, and sweeping—a head fell to the ground. Mortarian moved swiftly through the corridors of the Vengeful Spirit, heading towards the location Luo Jia had last told him.

Mortarian felt death; within the Eye of Terror, billions of deaths were visible, including the deaths of the Warlord's army and the Death Guards.

He harvests lives, feeling the countdown above everyone's heads.

Hades is devouring the giant ship, starting from the stern. Mortarion estimated that the stern of the Vengeful Spirit should now be a completely desolate hell.

The gods used some methods to slow Hades down, Mortarion thought.

The Pale Lord raised his hand, and white mist rose, causing the densely packed soldiers and demons who tried to block him to fall into death with wails.

Now, speed is everything.

Mortarion's task was simple: before Hades was rescued in Macado and the Dark Realm returned to its rightful place, he and Hades on the Vengeful Spirit would kill Lupecal Horus.

Makado told him to stall and wait for the rescue?

A mocking smile flashed in Mortalian's lifeless eyes. He swung his scythe wide and sweeping, unleashing a thick rain of blood within a five-meter radius of the Primarch.

So, in Terra's eyes, the Death Guard is such a conservative being?

Yes, Mortarian's eyes dimmed for a moment. He was too conservative, acting as if he cared about life itself.

Strictly speaking, this completely Mortarion-influenced personal style of combat was the Primarch's first battle after returning to the Deathguard Legion.

The Battle of Galapagos.

With the fewest soldiers and the highest casualties, they tore through the thickest defenses and directly beheaded the enemy's highest commander.

After the Battle of Galaspa, Hades, as the legion's logistics officer, righteously criticized this extreme behavior.

But for Mortalian right now... all of this is too conservative!

If death cannot change this war!

Then let—let all of this perish!

As long as he kills Horus beforehand, they won't have to worry about Hades's retreat after being rescued!

Mortarian couldn't help but smile; death filled him with joy.

Yes, there is a code!

Happy 1st Anniversary!!!

I can't finish writing the next chapter, so please don't wait up, everyone. Let me celebrate our one-year anniversary first.

Exactly one year has passed, and this volume is coming to an end.

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There have been laughter and tears along the way, and I know the bitterness and joy in them all. But without everyone's support, I would never have made it this far!

Thank you all for your support!

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I had a lot of feelings and wanted to say a lot, but when I put pen to paper, I felt there was nothing to say. So, without further ado, I'll continue writing to make up for what I owe.

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Next year, I will continue on this path!

Thank you all again!

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Chapter 519 Luo Jia, Orian?!

Luo Jia rubbed her head.

...Mortalian, Hades...come quickly.

He broadcast his location to Mortarion and called upon Hades as much as he could.

Horus was not in the command room. In order for Death and Hades to find Horus's location as soon as possible, Luo Jia continued to pray.

The gold threads sewn onto the Primarch's eyes and mouth had completely broken, and liquid gold-like blood was continuously flowing from Luo Jia's eyes, ears, and mouth.

You are your own person...

Luo Jia said softly, "You can't be deceived by them, Lupekar."

Horus opposite him laughed, his mouth stretched to an unnatural angle, and arcs of electricity crackled on the Claw of Horus in his hand.

I have my own standards!

The War General roared and lunged at Luo Jia, who immediately retreated. He swung his scepter, and a ball of golden fire ignited, striking Horus.

Golden flames exploded on the war general's armor, bursting into several fireworks. The metal on the surface of the armor melted, and tears streamed down.

You were being used!

Luo Jia roared, and in the cramped reception room, the distance between him and Horus was constantly shrinking, which was particularly disadvantageous for this Primarch who was skilled in ranged spellcasting.

As Horus drew ever closer, Luo Jia wielded her staff with both hands and swung it down at Horus like a club.

The lightning claw clashed with the golden staff, sparks flying. The two sides stared at each other, each seeing the madness and incomprehension in the other's eyes.

"I was being used..." Horus uttered these high-gothic words softly, staring at Luo Jia, his murky eyes shifting between madness and clarity.

Who is using me?

Horus abruptly withdrew his hand, the immense force from the scepter causing Luo Jia to stumble. The Primarch of Wordswomen immediately regained his footing and continued to silently chant the name of Hades in his heart.

This weakened him—but it was necessary.

"The Emperor?" Horus said, his blood-red eyes fixed on Luo Jia, his eye twitching.

"A madman," Luo Jia thought, "the disloyal, the selfish, who casts his own desires toward the gods."

Luo Jia shook his head. "He gave you and me life, so why do you resent him?"

Horus laughed a few times and charged forward again. The War Master abandoned the Worldbreaker and relentlessly tore at his flesh with his lightning claws. Luo Jia had no choice but to engage Horus in close combat.

The Primarch of Word Bearer was not a skilled warrior. He repeatedly used his psionic powers to barely evade Horus's attacks, but as darkness surged from the depths of the corridor, Loka's psionic maneuvering became increasingly sluggish.

Luo Jia stared at Horus, hoping that the black aura around her could clear Horus's mind for a moment—even just a moment, to ease the pain of His firstborn son.

But it's no use.

Totally useless.

This shouldn't be—it shouldn't be at all, Luo Jia thought. His own spiritual energy had already cooled to the point where it was difficult to reignite, so why was Horus still going mad?

Has the power of the false god truly reached such a level? Or is Horus truly determined to embrace the lie?

Regardless of the hypothesis, it saddened Luo Jia.

He repelled Horus's frenzied attacks time and time again. The Warmaster seemed to have given up on his own defense. He didn't even care whether his next attack would put him in a desperate situation or leave him with a fatal wound.

On the colossal ship swallowed by darkness, the gaze of the gods is slowly withdrawing, turning towards the even more deadly decisive battlefield.

Horus's attacks unleashed increasingly violent claw-like winds, but Luo Jia felt his power beginning to drain away... not only the power of the God Emperor, but also the chaotic power trapped within him.

Another heavy blow! Luo Jia parried Horus's lightning claw, the claw tip barely touching Luo Jia's nose, arcs of electricity shooting up and burning his face.

Horus sneered at Luo Jia, who was disheveledly wiping her face in front of him, his eyes filled with a clear, crazed madness.

"In close combat alone, you can't beat me, you charlatan," the War General said casually. "Didn't you say I was using the power of other things? I think... you might be more deserving of your previous assessment than I am."

Luo Jia remained silent, clutching his face where golden blood was gushing out. Horus was right; his power came from his faith, from his god.

After all, he had already sacrificed himself entirely.

Luo Jia calmly shook his head, his face regaining a certain divinity. [Who said I was relying on someone else's power?]

The next moment, Luo Jia's head burst into flames, screaming as the head in the blaze exploded with brilliant light from the Primarch of the Word Bearer! For a moment, even the charred armored gods below his neck began to gleam with white light.

Horus immediately retreated, and the War General looked at the contemptuous Luo Jia in astonishment, setting up the Worldbreaker Defense—no, this shouldn't be the case. In an environment with such a low concentration of psionic energy, even Magnus couldn't use such powerful psionic energy!

Luo Jia, engulfed in flames, slowly floated up, emitting a loud crackling sound. Within the intense flames, Luo Jia's figure was almost invisible, leaving only blinding light.

What exactly is going on?

Horus stood still, watching the ball of light warily, but then he realized something.

Horus drew his gun and fired at the ball of light. The burning bullet shot out from the other end of the ball of light and hit the wall.

Horus immediately rushed toward the ball of light and saw a huge hole in the wall behind it, which had just been violently torn open.

Peeking out, he saw a figure sprinting towards the stern at the end of the corridor.

【——Luojia Oririan!!!】

Horus roared furiously, "Stop him!!!"

The next moment, the explosives that had been placed in the corridor of the Soul of Vengeance detonated! Boulders and steel bars fell, crashing down on the Word Bearer Primarch who was running.

Horus, wielding the Worldbreaker's warhammer, gave chase. When he returned to the battlefield, the charlatan had already staggered back to his feet. Beside Luo Jia lay the corpses of dozens of Horus's sons.

Horus could recognize each of them.

Luo Jia laughed, propping himself up with his scepter, and looked at Horus with as much contempt as possible.

When faced with a traitor, one should ston him. If that is not possible, one should at least despise him with the utmost contempt, so that he may know the baseness of his soul.

[Planting explosives on your mothership?]

Luo Jia said softly, "Is this really you, Horus? The miser I knew is so generous?"

Luo Jia felt the surging sound of the Netherworld Water behind him, behind the broken wall. In front of him, Horus, seemingly engulfed in black and red flames, was staring intently at him.

"It doesn't matter anymore," Horus muttered to himself, the Worldbreaker in his hand gleaming coldly. "They all must die—they all must die, do you understand, Luo Jia?"

Luo Jia continued to smile nonchalantly, but then his smile froze.

Horus's attitude, Horus's words, the power struggle and manipulation between the false gods... the warlord fleet anchored on the equator of Cadia.

Luo Jia seemed to understand something.

He tried to contact Mortalian again, but the chaotic warp currents and radio waves eliminated all possibility of him communicating outwards.

For once, Luo Jia, who had already made up her mind to die in order to return to the embrace of the Divine Emperor, became tense.

The only pilgrimage route was also destroyed.

Luo Jia raised his staff, once again facing Horus, whose anger was burning.

His eyes remained resolute.

【bring it on. 】

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We can make it.

The Primarch closed his eyes and, after receiving Corax's message, the advance fleet from the Second Reich in the Dark Side had already set sail.

The soldiers behind him clearly hesitated slightly at his words, but the Primarch remained silent, his eyes closed, awaiting the final moment.

They won't go... I will.

"The Primarch said quietly."

Great