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(Warning: Scribbling)
[Hades? !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! 】
The first alarm in the morning came from the red-skinned Ogryn screaming next to the refrigerator in the restaurant. Magnus's scream was deafening, and the crystal chandelier on the ceiling trembled desperately and then burst! .
[I think he may not respond to you now. ]
Sitting at the dining table, Sanguinius said lightly, shaking the milk cup in his hand, but it was not filled with milk, but some scarlet liquid.
Opposite Sanguinius, Horus, who looked obviously deeper and more mature, smiled, and the bald Primarch was holding a piece of toast, pinching and eating.
[They are more accustomed to...nocturnal activities? Magnus, he may not be able to hear you calling him now? 】
[The greenskin petri dishes I put in the refrigerator are completely inactive! ! ! ! Hades - did Hades kill them? ! ! ! I know - I already know - that idiot found food at night and licked my petri dishes with his damn tongue! ! ! 】
[Shh! 】
Horus, who was eating bread, coughed violently. The specific reason was probably because his bread was taken out of the refrigerator, and now he knew that it might have a bit of mushroom flavor on it.
[I think you shouldn't put the greenskin petri dishes in the refrigerator, otherwise how can we fight a greenskin while opening the refrigerator door? 】
The front door was opened, and the Khan, who had returned from a morning run, said casually. He went straight into the kitchen to get a glass of cold water and patted the petrified Magnus.
When the Khan received the first glass of water, the clock on the wall reached eight o'clock. A voice came from the stairs from the second floor to the first floor, and three Primarchs appeared as punctual as NPCs.
[Good morning, everyone! ]
Guilliman, who looked obviously energetic, said that since his retirement, the blond Primarch had almost visibly rejuvenated his second spring.
[Good morning. ]
Dorn went downstairs before Guilliman. He walked to the stove regularly and started making his indestructible waffles regularly, while Guilliman had already started reading the daily briefing on the command board. Finus was still standing on the stairs looking back at the guest room door on the second floor. Someone he was waiting for needed early morning hair care, so it was impossible for him to go out so soon.
[Uh, sorry, Magnus, but maybe you could keep your voice down? I think you should have other green spores? ]
Guilliman coughed, and Magnus was still hysterically cursing Hades, with the malice of a scholar in his words.
[Most of it was ruined by those two idiots Konrad and Mortarion!!!]
The incident dates back to two days ago, because Mortarion poured his homemade hair loss potion into the Emperor's cup, and also poured some for Malcador and Konrad.
That night, a black shadow rushed into Mortarion's laboratory while screaming and waving his hair wildly, and hit Mortarion, who was holding the potion bottle at the time, like a cannonball. Then the two wrestled together, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.
But fortunately, Leman Russ, who arrived in time, witnessed all this and cheered for them excitedly.
Because the battle was too intense, the two primarchs who were fighting on the ground directly crashed through the wall-and unfortunately Magnus's laboratory was next to Mortarion's laboratory.
The green-skinned Magboy cells that Magnus carefully cultivated and reproduced were almost completely destroyed.
The laboratory was still being rebuilt. Magnus, who was extremely sad, thought for a moment and decided to let his poor cell culture dish lie in the refrigerator for one night - after all, nothing could better meet the needs of the culture dish than the refrigerator built by the Emperor.
But Magnus forgot that there was a monster living in this villa who would take a bite of everything.
[You should know that Hades has the habit of rummaging through the refrigerator at night. Magnus, except for the bread slices given to Horus by the Emperor, there is no food that can theoretically survive a night under Hades. ]
Dorn frowned and said, using honey and some starch as adhesives, he began to reinforce his waffle fortress for the second time. If he didn't do this, then Perturabo's bombs would hit his breakfast during the next breakfast time -
If Dorn's waffle fortress is not strong enough to withstand more than three bomb shots, then he will lose his breakfast.
[This is not food! ! ! ]
[This is the topic I have been researching for a month! ! ! ! 】
Magnus screamed, but unfortunately no one was willing to comfort him - after all, it was Magnus who put the petri dish in the refrigerator.
Afterwards, a certain Pluto who did not want to be named commented that it tasted really good. He thought it was the melon-flavored maltose that Magnus put somewhere -
Until those little things started screaming in his mouth, Pluto slightly realized that something was wrong.
Was it popping candy?
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Fake note:
Uh uh uh uh uh uh finally finished the exam, which directly cut off half of my life.
I rushed to catch the train home today, and started writing after I got home at 8 or 9 in the evening, but it didn't feel right no matter how I wrote.
There are a lot of perspectives at present - because there are probably many perspectives that need to be told to ensure that they converge into one line in the end, but how to present it better makes me feel difficult. Changing perspectives too fast and too much is obviously not the right choice.
And, the finale is coming soon. I still have a few points to consider again about whether to change the finale, so the relevant plots have been delayed.
I found a correct version in 16-9-1 book-1 forum!
To be honest, I really don't want to write it too badly at the end, but I always feel that it's not good enough when I start writing, maybe because the god of inspiration no longer favors me.
But I decided to give it one last try, or force myself to try again.
I applied for a month's leave to sort out my current plot again and try to think long-term. With many plot premises determined, I want to see if I can dance out flowers again (well, if not, it can only be that Xiao Deng is burned out).
Xiao Dengzi once again thanks all the readers.
In fact, the popularity of Warhammer has risen again recently. It is not a wise move to stop updating at this time, which means losing traffic and disappointing readers.
If it was in the middle of the story, then Xiao Dengzi might choose to bite the bullet and continue writing, but now the book "Stinky Can" is almost at the end, and Xiao Dengzi just wants to give it a not-so-bad ending.
Since I got into Warhammer in my freshman year and started to write fan short stories, I have been typing the words "Stinky Can" on my mobile phone during the winter vacation of my freshman year. It has been two years. During this period, there have been glory and loneliness. I couldn't sleep for a long time because of the torment of inspiration, and I was tossed and turned by the lack of plot and the pressure of academic reality.
It can be said that the book "Stinky Can" runs through a relatively critical period of my ideological transformation in my life. It has accompanied me through the two years of college life, which should have been colorful, and has also brought me countless thoughts and gains.
This book is also Xiao Dengzi's debut work in a strict sense. Therefore, at the end, when I have been seriously lacking in inspiration and my physical fitness has seriously declined, I just want to try to end it well. I don’t ask to reproduce the glory of the past, but just hope to give myself an explanation, and I also hope to give an explanation to the readers who support me to the end as much as possible.
I am the one who wants this book to end perfectly, but due to my lack of ability, the lack of long-form structure for my first book, insufficient material accumulation, and academic pressure, the plot that could have been better fell short.
Too many times before, because of the requirements of online articles and the performance of this book, I tried my best to update daily.
But this time, I plan to stop and think about my story and think about how to end it more excitingly.
The achievements of this book are enough, I just hope to give it a good ending.
I apologize for taking leave again, Red Bean Paste Private Marseille.
On February 1st, if I have finished writing the finale by then, I will post it all at once. If not, then I will release the plot I wrote for the whole month and then resume daily updates.