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

Hades pulled out a chair and slowly sat down.

"In fact, when our Primarchs returned, the Deathguard's think tank predicted a piece of news."

Sorry, Fernando.

"Another Primarch may appear near the Limitless Starfield."

Hades had barely finished speaking when the war dogs looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Our think tank hasn't been able to pinpoint the exact location, but it's roughly in this area."

Hades projected a map using the projector on his arm and circled the area around Nuseria.

In previous tests, as long as the names of the four gods and some extremely crucial information were not mentioned directly, no mistakes were made!

Even though Mortarion personally saw the recording of the Demon Corruptor, as long as "Nurgle" wasn't mentioned, nothing would happen!

Hades cannot directly intervene in this matter, so let the war dogs find their original bodies ahead of time!

If they can find him before Angron drives the nails in, they can save Angron and the Twelfth Legion.

If the Twelfth Legion had not been able to retrieve the Primarch beforehand, it would not have been destroyed by the enraged Angron as depicted in the original story, and the entire legion would not have been nailed to the ground.

Of course, this is on the premise that they did not directly kill Angron's comrades in Nutheria.

"Afterwards, our think tank performed another divination, and the prediction indicated caution."

Even though they didn't find Angron, following the original trajectory, the enraged Angron was teleported directly to the Warhounds' ship by the Emperor.

The last thing Hades could remind the war dogs was to be cautious and not send the company commander directly to Angron.

The war dog Perez looked at Hades, his mouth feeling dry.

He never expected the Death Guard to say these things.

"Sorry, bro, but is this really true?"

Hades' expression was completely different from his usual casual demeanor; his face was solemn, and he nodded slowly.

"This is a prophecy that our think tank suddenly received when our Primarch was recovered,"

"Then our think tank found me based on the prophecy and told me to tell the second technical sergeant who came to greet me about the prophecy."

"It's you, brother."

Hades looked at Perez.

“I was skeptical at first, but when I saw you walking towards me to greet me, I was certain that it was your legion.”

Perez blinked; his eyes were dry.

Can he believe this nonsensical prophecy?

But a brother from another legion came to remind him that he could have easily kept quiet about it from the War Dogs.

"Okay, thank you, bro."

"No matter what, I will remember this, War Dog Perez."

"And take it back to my legion."

Hades sighed slowly.

That's all he can do.

Although Angron is likely already marked with the Butcher's Nail at this point, if the warhounds act properly, at least the most tragic ending of his original fate will not occur.

Resolute Resolve, Command Center.

future.

"Sir, Sergeant Perez of the Third Company, who has just finished his training on Mars, requests a meeting with you."

The corps commander, who was processing official documents, didn't even look up.

"Let him go talk to his master foundry."

These warriors, who adhered to the cult of Mechanism, were not the darlings of the Twelfth Legion; he didn't have the energy to deal with these peripheral matters.

The warhound warrior who came to deliver the message hesitated for a moment before speaking again, his tone hesitant as if he himself could not believe what he was about to say.

"According to that technical sergeant, he wants to discuss matters concerning the Twelfth Legion Primarch with you."

The war dog corps commander suddenly raised his head.

"What did you say?!"

The messenger hesitated before repeating what he had just said.

He frowned,

"If he's joking with me, I'll never let him get away with it."

"Tell him to come in."

The legion commander stood by the window, his desk covered with official documents, but he had no interest in dealing with them at the moment.

"Sergeant Perez of the Third Company, do you swear that everything you said is true?"

"I swear."

Perez looked at his legion commander, his eyes filled with a clear conscience.

The legion commander remained silent.

The prophecy from another legion was so specific that it pointed to the location of the extreme star field and included the warning to "be cautious".

The legion commander fell into thought, and after a long while, he slowly spoke.

“I remember that the Eighth Company, led by Kahn, has just finished a battle near the Extreme Starfield.”

"Then let's send him to take a look."

A simple search won't slow down the entire legion's progress.

Is it a prophecy from the Death Guard?

The legion commander sighed. The legion that had fought alongside them last time was called the Twilight Raiders.

But let's hope this prophecy is true.

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Chapter 104 Kahn sees Angron for the first time

In the course of life, his life was a tragic song of cowardice.

His adoptive father was torn to pieces amidst the roar of the butcher's nails, and his comrades turned to dust amidst the war songs of the slave owner's army.

And he didn't have time to do anything.

He would rather die on this red sand than become a speck of dust in the vast sky.

But he escaped.

This was not his choice; he never had a choice.

Perhaps he once possessed the power of choice, but the roar of rage consumed everything—

All that remained was rage and sorrow.

Warhound, the future.

"Nuseria."

Company Commander Kahn of the Eighth Company stood beside the holographic projection planet, the azure fluorescence illuminating his smooth power armor, making him appear clean and serious.

Following instructions from the commander of the Twelfth Legion, Kahn led his company on a patrol of this star system.

In order to find their genetic origins.

In this region, there are not many planets that have been colonized by humans, and even fewer planets with a high level of civilization.

Nutheria is one of them.

Towering mountains covered in snow year-round, lush forests, tall city walls adorned with silk flags, and bustling cities.

Technology and culture have achieved a delicate balance; the high productivity brought about by technology can even support a thriving arena entertainment industry on the planet.

It must be said that even after Kahn had traveled to various planets with the expeditionary force, Nuseria was, in his eyes, a rather beautiful planet, given its landscape and level of culture.

If the War Dogs are to eventually find their Primarch father, Kahn would certainly hope that his father is on such a beautiful planet.

Compared to the crowded and noisy hive planets, compared to the dark and oppressive agricultural planets, compared to the barren and desolate death planets, their Primarch must have had a beautiful homeworld.

Just like Lord Guilliman of the Thirteenth Legion, with the incredibly charismatic Macragge, or Lord Dorn of the Seventh Legion, with the solemn Mountain Array silently traversing the universe.

Their leader must be the king of a magnificent planet, standing in his castle.

Kahn carefully observed the planetary terrain scanned by the Warhound, looking at the towering fortresses.

Something deep within their blood and soul is calling to the warhounds; this is it, there's no mistake.

Kahn thought to himself.

He couldn't wait to contact the humans on this planet.

No, remember the legion commander's words: be careful, be careful, Kahn.

If the Warhound's Primarch is indeed on this planet, then he needs to make a good impression on his father.

He wanted their Primarch to know—

The war dog will be his most glorious battle axe.

"Sanger, send the Empire's request for a meeting to this planet."

Kahn turned around and began deployment.

His brothers stood behind him, their hearts pounding, a vague premonition telling them—

right here.

Nutheria, a noble fortress.

The meeting with the ruling class of this planet went surprisingly smoothly.

Without any resistance, or even a tentative, ingratiating approach, the rulers of this planet quickly opened its doors to them after gaining a preliminary understanding of the empire's size and military strength.

The ruling class here even possesses a rare stc.

The rulers offered conditions: submission to the Empire, surrender of the STC, and timely payment of tithes. On the condition that the Empire would not directly interfere with the planet's class management and would ensure that the ruling class remained firmly in power.

of course can.

If it were any other planet, it would be possible to take it over quickly and without bloodshed. If it were a planet with a high degree of submission, abundant resources, and possessing STC (Special Forces), it would be possible to take it over without bloodshed.

The legion that completes this task will certainly be awarded honors by the Empire.

but not now.

Kahn wore gleaming power armor, with badges symbolizing past glories delicately adorning his armor, their subtle curves leaping across the polished surface.

Behind Kahn, the most elite soldiers of the Eighth Company stood in place, their armor also polished to a gleaming shine.

Kahn looked at the pot-bellied middle-aged man in front of him with some impatience.

The man was slightly balding and possessed a cunning that the warhound found repulsive.

Why aren't the rulers of this planet their Primarchs?

Their original entities are not on this planet?

Or perhaps their Primarch disliked the infighting among mortals and was currently indulging in his own hobby?

When Kahn had silently counted to the sixteenth world he had ever conquered, the middle-aged man he loathed finally shut his mouth and looked at him with a fawning expression.

Caution, Kahn, caution.

Kahn took a deep breath and said in his most serious voice,

"The Eighth Company of the Twelfth Legion accepted Nuseria's proposal."

"After that, other departments of the Empire will come to this planet and bring it under the Empire's control."

The first imperial department to arrive is usually the tax department, or it's the mechanical sages who are eager to do archaeology.