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

"Originally, the affairs of this planet should have been handed over to other departments."

"But as the company commander of the 8th Company of the 12th Army Corps, Kahn, we would like to seek your help, in the name of the Corps."

Upon hearing that this group of tall, imposing warriors, who looked like celestial generals, needed his help, the middle-aged man opposite him was overjoyed and hurriedly inquired.

"May I ask what your request is, esteemed guest? We will do our best to assist you."

As long as he maintains good relations with these people who call themselves the empire, wouldn't his rule be completely secure?

Those noble scions who safely hid behind their families and pushed him out to face outsiders, now they'll regret it!

From this day forward, the Plov family will firmly hold the top position in Nuseria!

Denisovich gave his most genuine smile and looked at the giant opposite him.

"We are looking for an adult in Nutheria."

"He will be the master of our legion."

Find someone?

"What are the characteristics of the adult you are looking for?"

The soldier opposite him was stuck, and after a long while, he slowly spoke.

"Extremely tall, and stands out from the crowd."

"only these?"

"That's all."

The soldier opposite him fell silent again.

Denisovich immediately began to recall if there were any outstanding individuals among the noble families he knew.

"Okay, I'll go look for it right away."

Seeing that Kahn was unwilling to discuss the matter further, Denisovich immediately took over the conversation, agreeing with a broad smile.

Kahn, sitting opposite him, was not as calm as he appeared.

Generally speaking, if the Primarch were truly on this planet, the locals would have responded long ago if the Primarch were to be mentioned as someone who stands out from the crowd.

Perhaps their original form is not here?

But the blood connection told him that Kahn had arrived at where they were meant to be.

Could it be that their Primarch is completely different from other Primarchs?

Kahn dared not say much else, such as the fact that the person he was looking for descended from the sky. In a considerable number of Primarch retrievals, this part would be concealed or distorted by the locals, so he could not mention it.

He dared not say that his Primarch was perfect or handsome, because Kahn knew that some Primarchs were not like that.

irritable.

Kahn watched as the 3,007th nobleman tried to prove his nobility to him, his powdered face a mixture of sweat and powder.

These scumbags trying to skim off the legion.

He wished he could just pull out his explosive gun and blow up this sissy on the other side.

"Not him, next one."

"Ah, sir, perhaps I truly am the one you are looking for. From a young age, I have felt that my family is unworthy of me."

As he was forcibly dragged away, the nobleman's son was still struggling and saying something.

Anger, annoyance at being mocked.

What on earth is he doing, wasting precious time on the Great Expedition by playing this stupid game of make-believe?

Kahn didn't have the time or patience to waste here any longer; the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion was certainly not here.

Perhaps the previous sensations were just illusions, even though they are now testing Kahn's rationality.

It's time for them to go.

Sensing the giant's barely concealed anger, Denisovich immediately spoke up, attempting to appease the great man.

"Don't worry, sir. Perhaps we can expand the search to include civilians."

In fact, the first few entries on the list of nobles provided by Denisovich are the names of families who bribed him.

Kahn snorted.

How could his Primarch possibly condescend to be among commoners!

Even so, Kahn agreed.

"Ah."

He left a few of his warhound brothers here to keep watch, while he led the remaining Eighth Company to search other planets.

However, Denisovich, who frequented aristocratic circles, immediately sensed Kahn's dissatisfaction.

No, he's already made threats against the other families; he has to seize this opportunity!

"Excuse me, are you leaving, sir?"

Kahn nodded silently.

Denisovich wasn't some brainless, useless nobleman; he knew perfectly well that he couldn't just stop the other party at this moment.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t find the person you’re looking for, but as a member of the first family of Nuseria, I, Denisovich, swear to continue the search for you, sir.”

"Ah."

Kahn was quite satisfied with this nobleman who didn't cause trouble.

"My lord, would you like to visit the arena before you leave? My family owns the largest arena in Nuseria."

Gladiator arena?

From his previous understanding, Kahn knew that the nobles of Nuseria liked to capture slaves and throw them into the arena to fight.

These nobles, who enjoyed watching others fight, were themselves all slick and well-groomed.

Hmm, maybe we can go to the arena and see if there are any suitable new recruits for the Twelfth Legion.

As a war dog who prefers close combat, this kind of close-quarters fighting is naturally one of Kahn's hobbies.

He asked questions on the communication channel, seeking the opinions of the management team around him.

Finally, Kahn said,

"Okay, before we leave, let's go check out the arena."

Nutheria, the First Gladiator Arena.

The towering outer wall, forming a massive cylindrical shape, pierced the sky. The earthen-yellow wall was already soaked in blood, exuding a strong aura of blood.

This is the largest arena in Nutheria, where countless elegantly dressed men and women are currently sitting in the stands cheering!

The host stood on the stage, while Nuseria's unique electric levitating speakers danced in the huge venue, and the host's sharp and humorous words came out from time to time.

"Look! Our invincible son of the mountains has once again defeated the ferocious beast!"

"Unfortunately, this beast had never been defeated before, but the number of slaves it had devoured ultimately stopped here—"

"Four hundred and thirty-nine, yes, I even bet it could eat four hundred and forty, haha."

However, the sudden arrival of the slave-catching army interrupted the host's self-deprecating humor.

The knight, clad in the armor of a slave-owning family, whispered a few words to the host—

Then the host's resounding voice echoed through the sky once again.

Good news, friends!

"That great man known as the Empire will soon be arriving at the First Arena,"

"Our Lord Denisovich of the Plov family has decreed that today the strongest warrior in the arena shall clash with the strongest beast!"

"Blessed are you all today! This is destined to be a gladiatorial contest that will be recorded in the history of Nutheria. Let us rejoice!!!"

Revelry, whistles, shouts!

"Son of the mountain! Son of the mountain!"

A thunderous chorus of applause erupted.

Denisovich appeared with a smirk on his face. He led the group from the family's private passage behind the arena to the best viewing platform directly in front of the arena.

The intricately carved patterns, the deliberately reinforced glass and walls on the viewing platform demonstrate the immense wealth of the Plov family.

The blinding sunlight streamed in through the entire glass platform, illuminating half of the interior walls.

Kahn absentmindedly turned around to acknowledge the flattery of the nobles, then casually sat down.

Behind him, the other elite war dogs who had come with him were also surrounded by scantily clad noblewomen, leaving them no time to pay attention to anything else.

Kahn sighed. It was a farce; there was no need to linger.

Kahn wasn't good at this kind of planetary diplomacy; that's usually the job of Shadowmoon Wolves or Ultramarines.

Let's just watch one show and leave; consider it a courtesy to the nobleman who has been so helpful in assisting us.

Kahn was well aware of Denisovich's intentions.

Having finally managed to get that nobleman behind him to get lost, Kahn sighed again, turned his head, and looked down at the arena below—

He stood up immediately.

Kahn has stalled.

Blood is flowing.

Realizing something was wrong with Kahn, the other war dogs roughly pulled away the women beside them, shifting their gaze—

They stopped moving.

It felt as if my heart had stopped beating.

"Ah, sir? What's wrong, sir?"

The obsequious voices of the nobles still echoed jarringly, but they vanished from Kahn's ears like a distorted cassette tape.

He stood atop the highest platform, amidst the magnificent buildings adorned with gold and silver jewels, staring intently at the slave fighters in the mud pit below.

He stood in the blood-stained pit left by his comrades, beside the massive carcass of a wild beast, the roar of the Butcher's Nails rising, blood dripping from his bared fangs, as he glared angrily at the slave owner on the high platform.

Kahn's mind went blank.

Dead silence.

After a long, seemingly endless time, Kahn's weak, almost inaudible voice finally came through the communication channel.

Caution, Kahn, caution.

But his mind went blank, and thinking became difficult, like a stuck doll.

"Immediately block this planet's external communication channels, launch an orbital strike on the planet's major air defense facilities, and call the Twelfth Legion's flagship to come immediately."

"Supreme command: Immediately call upon the entire legion."

"."

"Prepare for the extermination order."

Kahn murmured.

The communication channel shut down with a hiss, and almost instinctive words rang out, but Kahn still felt his blood freeze.

A word they longed for was stuck in his throat, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Kahn gripped the chain blade on his chainsaw axe. The sound of his power armor shattering rang out, and blood flowed down, making him feel as if he were standing on solid ground.

"Father."

He said softly.

Blood dripped down.

Chapter 105 Nutheria's Day of Slaughter

This massacre began with the first drop of blood in the butcher's hand.