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

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The expelled person turned around and looked once again at the abyss that was emitting blue light with a serious expression.

[Emperor]...

He said slowly,

[It seems they followed, but I can't be sure. The other one said he sensed the Emperor's power—though not all of it.]

Mortarian's eyelids twitched violently; now he knew where his vague sense of foreboding came from.

Beside him, Luo Jia tilted her head innocently.

What about the others?

[【Koz】at the outpost on the other side of the Northern Wilderness, I was held back by the third younger version of myself. The entrance to the Ouroboros was there—that young guy wanted to find the Ouroboros, or perhaps, maybe, he wanted to find Luther, or perhaps he simply wanted to stop Makado; I didn't know what he was thinking.]

So now there are three lions, and who is Luther? [Motalian] thought.

Perhaps you should tell your soldiers the truth.

Luo Jia's compassionate voice rang out again.

[Luther, Astland, Zaharie... you should be more honest.]

Those are not my soldiers.

[Leon] interrupted Luo Jia abruptly, looking at the original body with a mocking expression.

[They are the warriors of that lion, not mine. In my destiny, Luthor was merely Caliban's leader before his surrender to the Empire; he didn't even undergo Space Marine surgery—while the others had already perished in the battle against Guilliman.]

[If you're here to complete the Emperor's quest, then get started!]

Those who were expelled pointed to the bottomless abyss beneath their feet.

Are you not too concerned about the life or death of the other Leon—your real brother—or are you completely unconcerned about what's happening in the other side of the Northern Wilderness? There truly exists there now, a demigod on the verge of godhood, Makado—

That Macado is still the "Emperor," and I don't think dealing with him will be easy.

Luo Jia remained silent for a moment, while [Motalian] watched as his head floated above his severed neck.

I don't think Leon is that fragile, but—I'm really not that concerned.

Finally, Luo Jia stated the following:

My only responsibilities are to the Emperor and Hades, and now...

Luo Jia raised his head and looked up at the sky again; he must be looking for Hades—

[Motalian] was somewhat worried. Logically speaking, given the speed at which Hades initially pursued them, this terrifying god should have already descended upon Caliban, but he had not yet arrived.

I remember now.

Luo Jia spoke slowly and deliberately, casually releasing the two people in his hands. He stretched out his hand, and a floating book suddenly appeared in his hand, while a long and sharp black stone spear suddenly appeared in his other hand.

You haven't seen him yet, have you? You haven't seen Hades.

Therefore, your concerns are understandable.

Luo Jia stretched out his hands above the book, and the book was lifted by an invisible force. Countless pages rustled and finally stopped on a certain page. Some kind of dark and nauseating liquid flowed down from those two pages, just like the droplets on the broken neck of Luo Jia—except that the original body had golden droplets hanging from its neck.

The darkness that swallowed the light was reflected on Luo Jia's face.

+I think you're not quite clear about our real mission, my friend who's come from afar. +

Luo Jia's voice floated in the air. [Motalian] felt his feet suddenly levitate, and they all abruptly left the ground. A storm arose around Luo Jia, and then—

call!

They landed on the ground again. The expelled one looked rather grim, while [Motalian]'s eyelids twitched. Behind them, the forest they had just come from had completely disappeared—an endless circular clearing appeared before them.

Why didn't you do this sooner?

[Motalian] asked, but Luo Jia didn't answer him. [Motalian] was considering the possibility of teaming up with Number One to beat up Luo Jia, but he wasn't sure about this charlatan's strength—in terms of aura, Luo Jia's aura was extremely weak, but in other aspects, [Motalian] always felt that Luo Jia was terrifyingly strong.

Luo Jia took a step forward and planted the spear in the ground. Blood suddenly flowed from his hand that was gripping the spear tightly. The blood flowed down the spear shaft and onto the ground, instantly spreading outwards like fine runes drawn by capillaries.

Our mission is to summon Hades.

[Luojia] had a calm expression.

+And make sure that all psionic entities we want to destroy are here.

He stopped speaking and remained silent, the magic circle beneath his feet rising rapidly through the ground.

[So? What are your plans after this? How do you deal with Tzeentch, the Emperor, the Dark Lord... and Ouroboros?]

The expelled person spoke with a cold laugh. [Motalian] noticed that Number One's temper had obviously improved a lot. In the past, Number One might have drawn his sword directly.

That's not enough.

Luo Jia's head floated silently. The person who had been expelled let out a loud sneer, thinking that Luo Jia had finally realized his current predicament.

But then, Luo Jia said—

+Not all of them have arrived yet—Slaanesh is still here; we need to summon Slaanesh here. +

[? ? ? ]

[Motalian] felt the confusion of the expelled person was almost tangible. [Leon] frowned and looked at [Motalian], as if trying to confirm whether this guy had gone mad.

[Motalian] could only cough awkwardly.

He's telling the truth.

[Motalian] winks.

[Once you see that being... you will understand everything. Number One, that being is no less than—far surpasses—the Dark Lord.]

Unless it is a star god, when facing chaos, a Hades of this size would only be a compressed towel, expanding and growing larger when encountering spiritual energy, growing as big as it can eat. The only downside is that once it expands, no one can deal with it anymore.

[Motalian] suddenly realized a problem: Luo Jia told him the plan was to lure Hades over to eat Tzeentch—but what happened after that? He then swallowed a chaotic Hades...

Is there really any being in this world that can rival him?

[Motalian]'s face turned pale. Number One noticed his expression and wanted to ask him something, but was interrupted by Luo Jia again.

+The causes and effects of all things are predetermined.

Luo Jia's voice rang out softly. In just a few breaths, the magic circle beneath his feet had taken shape. The patterns forged from blood stretched out to the distance where [Motalian] could no longer see.

+By the way, the entrance to the net tunnels on Caliban is in the Northern Wasteland, Leon?

The person who was removed from the list nodded.

That's enough.

Luo Jia turned to the side, gesturing for Mortarion to help him place Angron on the altar's anchor point.

What's next?

[Motalian] asked, sitting beside [Herrera]. The Slaanesh cultist was only now recovering from the speed and passion of being chased by Hades and slowly opened his eyes.

+ etc.

Luo Jia said firmly, raising his eyes to look at the sky again, but it seemed he wasn't looking for Hades.

+Caliban's timeline and destiny are extremely complex; without our guidance, Hades wouldn't arrive so quickly—but we need to wait for another battlefield.+

We can only take action once the outcome of the other battle has been decided... once a clear trend has emerged in the other battle.

Leon's face was grim. Mortalian thought he might be worried about the fighting taking place elsewhere on Caliban. The First Rebel had heard about the First Legion's intricate network of rings, but in the face of true power, these were nothing but child's play, worthless pieces of paper before a storm.

So they could only wait.

[Motalian] felt a movement at his feet, and [Herrera] slowly stood up.

Watching Herrera sway as she rose up, a strange thought suddenly popped into Mortalian's mind: "In a moment, they'll all shout 'Three! Two! One! Jump!' and then leap into Hades's underworld."

..............................

He is probably indeed getting old.

As Nios thought this, he felt extremely tired and exhausted. His vision blurred, and he could only hear the distant shouts of people towards him, like the sound of waves on the horizon, which were not clear.

He was probably standing at that moment.

He longed to lie down—but could never lie down; he stood wearily, aware that he was fighting.

Who is he fighting?

This is not important.

Neos had many similar experiences in his life, going all in until he was exhausted and on the verge of death, but he had to force himself to keep fighting. He couldn't fall. Neos was keenly aware of this. If he fell, then the strongest wall would collapse.

In every respect, Neos stubbornly and obsessively believed that he was the strongest human being—he was not a god, but he was indeed the strongest, the biggest, and the number one.

Therefore, he could not fall down, and he looked up at the stars before anyone else. He was determined to be the pioneer when mankind ventured into the dark wasteland, holding high the torch and being the first ape to illuminate the darkness.

Neos knew the wasteland was treacherous, unsuitable for human habitation, and teeming with monsters, but only by venturing out—to the open plains—could they find a way to survive, and only then could humanity raise its own star.

Once the first step is taken, there is no turning back, unless the race perishes.

Therefore, before Neos took the first step, he had already made up his mind. Whether it was close relatives or old friends, whether it was flesh and blood or comrades-in-arms, everything could be sacrificed for the greater good, including himself. Neos was never a hesitant person. He would go all in with his chips before the dealer urged him to.

However... it seems now...

Neos tried to look at his own hand with his own will—the hand is the first step for ancient humans to know and recognize themselves—and sure enough, he "saw" a blurry mass of flesh.

No, it's not meat shaped like a hand, but some other kind of meat.

He has probably already sacrificed himself.

Neos thought that this breakthrough in his understanding made him even more drowsy, as if it were urging him to sleep, and that damned bastard Dark Lord was about to take complete control of everything that was supposed to be "Neos".

**.

That damned, dark, king.

The Dark Lord—the Unborn King. The gods do not speak of “creation” but rather of “awakening.” The Dark Lord has always been there, always in the shadow of the Emperor, ruling over the souls of the unborn and the dead. The past and future of mankind are all under His authority, and as the being chosen by Him to descend, Neos naturally also obtained a portion of the authority over human souls.

This is why the Emperor is so powerful, this is why the Dark King is so powerful, and this is why Neos despises the Dark King so much.

In reality, Slaanesh did not truly die completely. It is difficult to say that gods are "completely" dead. Rather, a small part of them were "transformed" or "reborn" as Death, while the other part was trapped in the fate of the Ouroboros.

The concept will never die.

Even a Star God can only be shattered or devoured and then combined to form a larger Star God.

The same applies to the Lord of Darkness; you cannot completely kill Him, but can only allow Him to possess your flesh and blood.

Neos thought to himself in a sorry state that he felt his will becoming increasingly blurred, but the Lord of Mankind still held his breath and, with a wonderful little trick that no one else knew, he successfully "perceived" some information from the outside world—like sitting in front of a television and watching someone else manipulate him.

It's almost over.

Neos thought that even a relatively complete Star God could not withstand a spear from the Silent King, and then fight against the Space Necromancers, the Imperial Legion, Hades, and the Dark King. Not to mention that the Space Necromancers used all their strength to bite off the flesh of the outer beings before they fell.

Unexpectedly... the Dark Lord was still far stronger than he had imagined.

This means that humanity's resilience and destiny are beyond his imagination, which is both a good thing and a bad thing. A strong humanity will provide the Dark Lord with a continuous source of power.

But thankfully… Neos looked into the shadows beyond the divine radiance, where a dense network of pathways, like capillaries, enveloped the entire galaxy—

This is a colossal, multi-dimensional labyrinth built by the Ancients, expanded by the Ancient Eldar, and further renovated and expanded by the human empire.

The mysteries of the internet are far greater than people understand; it extends beyond space and time.

The network is an outer world in the subspace and the physical world, and it is also a conduit and membrane between different dimensions of the subspace, which can accommodate more.

It has always been at the heart of his plan—whether it was ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years from now.

It's like creating another destiny.

Neos is about to "create the world" again.

The ouroboros, that writhing, monstrous serpent, a Möbius strip above fate and time, through its collapse at the moment of observation, will once again imbue this bizarre and fantastical world with new magic and dimensions—the Klein pot, where inside is outside, and outside is inside, yet cause is effect, and effect is cause—

He will create something that truly binds and anchors the divine, who is a flowing stream, forever flowing. You cannot kill a stream, but you can trap it.

Even now, possessed by the Dark Lord, his plans remain outrageously audacious.

If Makado heard this, the old man might curse Neos as an idiot, but Makado wouldn't have that chance—just like his outrageously audacious plan, Neos not only intended to "create the world," but he also intended to "kill" himself, mainly in order to "kill" the Dark Lord.

Chapter 883 [325] A Bit Unlucky

When Mortarian looked up again, the war was already drawing to a close. Violent shockwaves pounded into his eyes, tears streamed down his face, and large fragments of the starry sky fell to the ground.

Huge shards of light fell from the surging river of light, revealing the murky darkness beneath, yet shimmering with a dim golden light, like a wound that was still oozing pus but had already healed.