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

It wants to prove to the mob boss that it's the most WAAAAAGH!!!

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A hissing sound erupted, and from the churning insect hive, Tyrannosaurus's executioners charged out in fury.

Their massive size, comparable to a heavy tank, crashed sideways, heading straight for Ironhead Skug's troop!

The Sgugs scattered immediately, but some were still a step too slow and were slammed into! Crimson chunks of flesh splattered, and a robust, well-bred Sgug was smashed to pieces.

The boss on Sguger's body was thrown off and slammed heavily to the ground, almost turning him into mushroom paste!

But the next moment, the green-skinned leader stood up unsteadily, raising his scythe towards the heavy unit executioner!

“WAAAAAGH!!!”

"The green-skinned leader shouted, and Digging, who had witnessed everything, couldn't help but roar in anger as well!"

“WAAAAAGH!!!”

Charge! Charge!!!

…………

“WAAAAAGH!!!”

The war day, held every seven days, was the only chance to meet the mob boss after the boys' battle was over and the debriefing was finished.

The five groups of green-skinned bosses would fight each other all night long, with the black boss personally watching their battles. The winner would then have the opportunity to fight the black boss.

Although the winner each time was either the Black Butcher from the Inspectorate or the Big Teeth from the War Department.

Digging on the ground, its mouth full of the taste of blood, the Ministry of Industry's "I'm the toughest!" defeated it once again.

Digging struggled to stand up, and it saw the green-skinned spectators cheering wildly for the Industrial Group, shouting "Waaaaah! Wa ...

It cautiously glanced at the gang leader, who, as always, propped his head up with one hand and arrogantly sprawled on his throne, like a statue, without making a statement.

The ensuing celebration will not belong to the losers.

Dig Dig was discouraged. It just wanted to ask the gang leader why it was chosen in the first place, and how well it had done—fighting the gang leader meant that the gang leader would respond to its enemies.

It was defeated. The agricultural team withdrew from the battlefield in despair. The night was dark, their hearts were cold, and they left amidst a chorus of boos.

Digging, it dragged its feet and walked heavily back to its dwelling.

"That guy played well, very WAAAAAAGH."

Wawa opened the door and was abruptly seen the Black Boss slumped in the largest chair in its room, in the exact same posture as before.

Wawa's mouth was wide open, as if touching his face must have been a divine intervention.

The gang leader casually got up, walked over, and pulled out a sickle from his back.

“I’ll teach you a few tricks. Listen carefully, kid. You’re not allowed to tell any other greens.”

"You're wielding the same weapon as Mortarion, the Grim Reaper! Watch me show you how it's done!"

The sickle whistled in front of Dig.

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The executioner's long scythe cleaved the green-skinned leader in front of him, and blood gushed out straight out, splashing high into the air.

The green-skinned leader, still in the scythe-wielding pose, fell straight backward—

Plasma gleamed from the flank turrets of the Giant Ooklin, a magnificent blue light burst forth, the executioner was overturned, and the melted, thick armor emitted a burnt smell.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! WAAAAAAGH!!!"

"Waaaah!" roared the Ironheads and their hordes of monsters as they charged into the battlefield with unstoppable momentum. They knew they couldn't win, but they knew they would bring their boss a massive victory!

They will die on such a WAAAAAGH battlefield!!!

Three Insect Saints roared and charged at the Giant Ogre Grindra from different positions. The giant biological cannon was aimed at the Giant Ogre Grindra, and acid was sprayed out. The Giant Ogre Grindra roared.

"Cum! Cum! Cum!"

The giant Ookrin Dragon roared angrily, its cannon fire illuminating the area, as shells rained down on the Insect Saint.

But the speed of the Insect Saints did not decrease at all!

Just as the Insect Saint was speeding along, a Gungnir lying on the battlefield suddenly struggled to move, letting out a series of grunting roars.

Nonggang Jat extended its large mechanical claw and grabbed one of the feet of the speeding Insect Saint!

The unbalanced Insect Saint was nearly flipped over; the colossal object slowly traced an arc in the air, carrying Nongganggat into the air before slamming heavily onto the Insect Saint's body—

boom! ! !

An explosion, brighter than the sun, erupted, accompanied by the poisonous mist secreted by the Insect Saint. Shockwaves rose in layers, overturning the insects and green-skinned creatures.

"Woo--Woo--"

Sensing the grief and determination of the digger, the giant Ookrin Dragon, which only obeyed the digger's commands, roared and opened its mouth, which was big enough to devour a tank, and charged and bit directly at a Zerg Saint!

The giant insect was knocked over and pinned down by the giant Orklin, which stomped on it wildly with its four legs. Its long, sharp legs stretched out and tore at the giant Orklin's body in a desperate and chaotic manner.

Several green-skinned creatures were torn open by the wounds that could be encircled by several green-skinned creatures. Another insect saint let out a shriek, and the plasma attacked again. The turrets on the giant Ookrin Dragon's body all turned around and spewed out fury!

The wounds were so deep that the bones were visible, and the internal organs were cut out, revealing heavy, dark organs that were hooked out by the long legs of the Insect Saint. The Giant Ookrin Dragon was not very intelligent, and soon, in the struggle, its foot stomped hard on its own internal organs!

The giant Orklinosaurus, despite suffering a fatal wound, will not die. This creature is slow-witted enough that it is difficult for the behemoth to fall until it realizes it is dead, and it will continue to charge forward in a dull pain.

Soon, the giant Ookrin turned its head and charged towards the Insect Saint who was attacking from a distance!

The celestial witches and gargoyles descending from the horizon relentlessly tore at the giant beast, but in the face of the real beast, they were nothing more than swarms of flies!

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"Learned it?"

"Learned it!"

"Hahahaha! Great! I admire you, you're awesome!"

The boss chuckled and patted WaWa on the shoulder. As if remembering something, the boss casually stretched out his hand, and a black mushroom materialized in his palm.

"Listen up, kid,"

The gang leader said, "Throw this little mushroom to Dig Dig."

"You're the head of the Ministry of Agriculture, the foundation of my great Underworld Empire. Every kid grows out of your land. You may not be powerful, but the kids you grow must be powerful enough to be WAAAAAGH."

"Got it? Do a good job."

The gang leader said this, then pushed open the door and disappeared into the silent night.

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Beside the corpses of the four Insect Saints, the Giant Orklin Dragon, having bled its last drop, collapsed after a long, mournful cry.

The giant insects were dealt with, but the overwhelming swarms of insects on this planet did not decrease in the slightest!

As far as the eye could see, the last of the green-skinned boys were struggling.

WaWa raised its scythe, not even having recovered from the resonance with the Giant Ogre Klinga, it smashed open the door and rushed out of the command room first.

"WAAAAAAAAGH!!! For the gang leader, for touching his face!!!"

It swung its scythe at the nearest Tyrannical warrior.

If Hades had taught this greenskin normal Imperial etiquette, if it were a Space Marine...

Now, the green-skinned warboss will shout out loyalty!

But as it raises its scythe and strides toward its destined graveyard, it will only utter one word—

"WAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

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A series of bright yellow dots lit up rapidly in the heart of the Greenskin Empire. Hades' eyes lit up; the first warlord to die had appeared.

Hades remembers that he randomly picked a green-skinned animal to work with, that very green-skinned animal.

He is a green-skinned official from the Ministry of Agriculture, lacking outstanding leadership skills and powerful spiritual abilities, while also having a large but poorly trained army.

This is bait for the Tyrannosaurus Rex, so that the entire Zerg swarm will willingly step into the heart of the war.

Hades had a black mushroom hidden among four pendants of the same material at his waist.

"Extermination order".

Hades stared at the constantly updated map and said thoughtfully,

Seven minutes later, on forty-two planets that were almost completely occupied by Tyrannosaurus and whose mass was being drained, the modified Cyclone torpedoes buried beneath the crust were launched.

The atmosphere burst into flames! Forty-two dazzling fireballs, as bright as the sun, rose in the heart of the Greenskin Empire.

The Zerg, which was greedily chewing on it, was immediately engulfed by the flames.

They cried out in despair, trying to retreat one after another. The fireballs, like a sea of ​​stars, struggled to fly into the void, but to no avail.

On the map, a blackness, symbolizing death, spreads.

In Hades' hand, silver sand was slowly dripping from the hourglass.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 583 Tyron's Defeat

Absolute greed is forged from the most extreme rationality.

Devouring, and only for the sake of devouring.

The giant worm hisses, and billions of creatures are united as one. It is staring at you, its greedy gaze sweeping across your neck.

It is the swarm of insects.

The chess players are in position. In the shadows, Hades remains silent, his face darkened. His pieces collide and clash, some born, some vanish.

He was battling a giant insect that was cold enough, rational enough, and enormous enough; he was battling logic, he was battling computing power, he was fighting an entire race.

The only good news is that the conditions for winning are different for each side.

Hades only wanted them all to be buried together in the sea of ​​fire called war—

He created, he built, he protected, all for the final eternal silence!

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Forty-two planets illuminate the sky, and pure black appears one after another on the map. The appearance of each black star represents the complete annihilation of a world.

Hades might have something in common with the judge Creptman when it comes to issuing extermination orders.

Hades' bottom line is set in a very simple and clear way—

Within the Octarius star system, every planet occupied by the Tyranids or Orks can be abandoned, destroyed, or subjected to extermination orders.

Everything is for the ultimate victory. Since humanity can no longer use them, let them become death stars!

Hades would not allow any opportunity to severely damage Tyrion to slip away due to his slight hesitation.

Hades calculated the masses of both sides on each planet, and except for the key planets, he sent extermination orders to every planet with a win rate of less than 30% and a Terran mass greater than a Greenskin mass.

The warning light flashed bright yellow, and yet another green-skinned warlord fell on the front line.

In an instant, the seven planets slowly but violently burst into flames, becoming dead stars within the Euclius star system.

Perhaps Judge Cripptman was too lenient.

Since he has already abandoned those planets and sent extinction orders to them, why not release them again when Tyranids are rampaging?

Hades slowly raised the hourglass in his hand, staring thoughtfully at the sand that had slid down.

Only by being more ruthless, more rational, and more insane than the swarm can he win this war.

That's about it.

Hades realized he could consolidate his forces.

He issued orders to the planets located at the second line of defense and instructed the fleet to launch an attack.

Next, the Great Devourer will realize that, having established the conditions for victory and the acceptable bottom line, Hades will stop at nothing to pursue the ultimate victory.

Generals have their missions, and soldiers have theirs; to fail to fulfill one's duties while in office is dereliction of duty.