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

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Fate... has begun its descent.

Luo Jia's eyes, sewn shut with gold thread, were kind and compassionate. He held an open, tattered book in one hand and looked down at [Motalian] lying on the ground.

His mouth was also sewn shut with silk thread, and the Primarch did not speak, but everyone could hear his voice.

Behind Luo Jia, Mrs. Psyche hurriedly tried to pull Mortarian away, but the blinding black stars in the sky caused her to collapse to the ground.

Beside Mrs. Psyche, Angron wasn't much better off. They were far too close to Hades, so close that Angron felt like this damned Hades was torturing his soul and spirit in the most cruel way imaginable—a cruelty far surpassing any of Slaanesh's toys.

+Atonement…Is He atoning for His sins? Whether this thought ever crossed his mind or not, divine retribution had already been inflicted. +

Luo Jia raised her head and looked up at the sky, where it seemed as if there was a rapidly falling mirror image, with golden tears of blood dripping from the broken neck of the original body, like teardrops.

At his feet, three psionic beings were pressed firmly to the ground, twitching slightly from time to time, while Luo Jia remained calm and stood still.

[Motalian] let out a curse-like groan.

[Excuse me, guest, now that we're working together, let's not entertain any more entertainment—why did you bring Herrera here?!]

Oh! — I'm sorry, I thought you could get back on your feet after a short period of discomfort, but now I think I overestimated your faith in Pluto.

Luo Jia uttered some words that annoyed Mortarion, but with the Primarch unable to open his eyes and Mortarion's face pressed intimately to the ground, Luo Jia didn't immediately realize that Mortarion was very angry.

Now I will lead you—to the place where my Lord decides destiny, where the first elder has been waiting for you for a long time.

[?!]

[Wait?! Number One—is it Number One?!]

Luo Jia opened her arms.

+Indeed, Leon Johnson, the eldest son of the Lord of Mankind—I think you should know about the plan, from the Mortarion of another destiny. I'm glad that even though fates differ, both empires and humanity have made similar decisions and choices. +

Mortalian's mind, which had been clouded by the influence of Hades, began to function again.

Then, the Primarch slowly uttered a word.

[Caliban...?]

Exactly.

Luo Jia nodded, then looked up at the sky again. There, the Dark Sea, which stirred Luo Jia's emotions, surged and battled against the massive energy planet.

How can such a scene not make ignorant people regard him as a god?

Time is running out.

Luo Jia said calmly,

+We need to leave as soon as possible, this ally in another destiny line—please allow me to explain later. +

Mortarion was lost in thought. His eyes, pressed tightly against the earth, were wide open. Now, with complete confirmation and proof, the Primarch had finally figured out the Emperor's plan from back then.

The Emperor used him and Guilliman to seal himself and Tzeentch, preventing Tzeentch from disrupting the timeline of destiny while interrupting his own path to godhood.

Subsequently, the Empire was handed over to the capable Guilliman, while Mortarion was chosen as the Swordholder for the next ten thousand years when their fates would intersect. If Tzeentch were released at that time, Mortarion would be responsible for the plan to deal with him.

This plan was given to Number One ten thousand years ago—at that time, the Emperor did not know how fate would unfold, but still obtained some information from the two places where fate was closest—the beginning and the end were connected.

This was also part of the Emperor's plan.

The two emperors had such a tacit understanding… Luo Jia thought to himself.

Finally, and then back to the beginning, the game begins with the fall of the first god, and it will end there—but this time, the one who falls will not be Slaanesh, who represents 6, but Tzeentch, who represents 9 and the end.

These two overlapping fates, like a Möbius strip, are endless, with no exit and no entrance, utterly trapping the gods. Gods, by their very nature, are beyond life and death; aside from Slaanesh, the concept of an end is even more difficult to grasp. Complete annihilation seems rather absurd.

Perhaps Hades, with his immense strength, could indeed achieve such a feat, but the Emperor has no intention of nurturing another supreme god.

From the very beginning, the Emperor's goal was to completely "eliminate" Tzeentch, or rather, to "imprison" him within a fixed destiny.

Tzeentch agreed because the other's fate was completely out of the Emperor's control, and this greedy and cunning god would even have the opportunity to surpass the other three gods—this was not a losing proposition, and both sides felt that the other was terrifyingly arrogant.

Until another destiny line, the Emperor intervened, joining forces with Guilliman to imprison the Lord of Change on the throne at an unimaginable cost.

Luo Jia glanced at the struggling [Motalian] on the ground. He felt immense sorrow, but restrained himself from showing pity.

Now, Mortarion is the Primarch chosen by the Emperor, the one whose true plan is to confront Tzeentch.

He was chosen—[Motalian] didn't know why he was chosen, and he would never know the story that happened on Barbarus. Perhaps it was that absurdity that made [The Emperor] choose him.

Mortarion did not disappoint the Emperor. After being hinted at by the First, Mortarion thought of this—using Slaanesh's authority and domain to connect with Tzeentch's labyrinth. Subsequently, after Guilliman's death, Mortarion and his archdemons became the Primarchs most closely corrupted by Tzeentch's power.

What to do next... Mortarion didn't know at first, but after he was brought into this destiny, the Primarch found out—it was roughly about having him lure Tzeentch into Hades's domain.

But Luo Jia's arrival seems to have refuted this assumption.

[Motalian] remained silent for a moment, then...

I'm not leaving.

The Primarch stated with certainty that he realized that whichever Emperor it was, he was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

[I have already transferred much of my power and authority to Herrera—I will stay here—until I die in battle. I no longer wish to interfere in the Emperor's plans; I would rather end my life here.]

If summoned by the Emperor and followed this Luo Jia, the likely outcome would be an inexplicable death. But here, at least under this starry sky, [Motalian] has a chance to fight, and can also die by the power of his best friend.

That was what he originally thought too.

Until that damned Luo Jia stood in front of him, completely oblivious to the terrifying pressure from Hades that was emanating from him.

+……+

I understand your predicament.

A tear slid down Luo Jia's cheek. Luckily, [Motalian] was face down on the ground and couldn't see the tear, otherwise they would definitely have started arguing.

I have seen many believers—those who have experienced glory or struggle in their lives—but in the end, all souls, all believers, seek much the same thing: absolute peace.

Luo Jia bent down and reached out to Mortarion, pulling the Primarch up with difficulty. Mortarion kept his head down, not daring to look up at the divine battle in the sky—the Primarch's soul was trembling because of this.

Let's go.

Luo Jia's voice was calm.

This shouldn't be the place where you perished.

The devout believer looked up at the sky.

+It won't be his either—I know what you're thinking, another Mortarion, I assure you, if you crave annihilation, then come with me. +

If you insist on staying here...

Luo Jia raised her head, and although her eyes were closed, it felt as if the gaze of the Primarch pierced through countless times and spaces.

There, above the turbulent sea of ​​the underworld, above the higher dimensions of destiny, some vast, evil, and pitch-black being is falling.

As Luo Jia watched Him fall, she seemed to smell something—the Primarch's originally calm face twisted for a moment.

+……+

I see...

A voice, almost as if talking to himself, rang out. Luo Jia supported the swaying [Motalian] and calmly looked at the Primarch.

+Another Mortalian...would you be willing to be the one to draw Hades away?

Luo Jia's voice reached [Motalian]'s ears.

Hades' evolution has exceeded the Emperor's expectations; his existence hinders the Dark Lord's descent—we need to lure him away beforehand, and the entire Empire will help you.

【Motalian】His face contorted in pain.

[I, leading Hades away from the one on the outside, am I?]

Chapter 876 [318] The pot calling the kettle black

【Motalian】feels that everything is inauspicious.

He didn't want to admit it was because he was just unlucky—

In fact, ever since he could remember, he had mostly been unlucky. His only good fortune in life was probably falling on Barbarossa and subsequently meeting comrades he could trust.

But then he realized that perhaps his fall into Barbarossa was a prelude to a greater misfortune, just as you can't make someone who has nothing suffer more, but you can let them see the sunlight first, and then throw them back into the abyss like trash.

Even now, he stubbornly clings to the idea in his mind—the world shouldn't be this bad—he has experienced years of being treated as normal human beings, and years of everyone around him being treated as normal human beings—therefore the world shouldn't be this bad.

But he was probably really tired.

When Mortalian realized that everything he had upheld was ultimately part of another higher being's plan, he could hardly help but feel discouraged. Guilliman, whom he had previously regarded as his mortal enemy and the most difficult part of the plan, was nothing more than a pawn in their scheme. In this respect, they were all the same.

In this respect, this damned universe is just as rotten, and no one can escape it—whether it is the slaves at their feet, the Primarchs high above, or even the gods themselves—no one can do as they please. Every being is bound and drawn into the abyss in the vortex of fate, fighting each other until both are exhausted.

I don't think I can lead Him away.

[Motalian] said calmly, the dim light coming through the porthole casting a faint glow on his cheeks, making his Primarch's skin appear even paler. He looked like a dead man, just pulled from the rainy night and crammed into this unsuitable, hard seat.

Opposite to [Motalian], Luo Jia nodded apologetically to him. Unlike the Primarch's gentle expression, he was using extremely brutal methods to nail [Angron], who was screaming hoarsely, to the altar.

This is an extremely strange ship, forged from black stone. Compared to ordinary warships, [Motalian] feels that this ship is more like it was built for some kind of ritual or other purpose, more like some kind of large engineering vessel.

+But we always have to try…I’m so sorry, none of us expected Him to grow to this extent—I’m frustrated by it; if the Empire and the Primarchs had tried harder, He wouldn’t have had to be pushed to this point. +

Luo Jia turned her head and paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought.

The Emperor arrived too late.

Tears streamed down his face.

+Just a little bit more—but that's how war is; we almost wouldn't have had to face this. +

The Emperor was indeed a bit late. If he had arrived while Hades was unconscious, then it wouldn't have been Hades facing the Outer Ones, and they wouldn't have had to face the out-of-control Hades now. But as the saying goes, the Emperor's arrival was already a great victory. Guilliman was also quite troublesome; even the Lord of Man almost failed.

[Motalian] remained silent, staring blankly at the single tear beneath Luo Jia's eye. The Primarch sensed that Luo Jia was on the verge of tears.

But he didn't say anything; he just gave a wry, questioning smile.

It seems we have no other choice.

He spread his hands, turned to look at the other side, at Herrera standing next to [Angron], wondering how she would nail her superior to the altar—

Herrera showed great enthusiasm and offered many professional opinions, making Mortalian wonder if, if possible, Herrera would also nail him, her unfortunate leader, and her unfortunate comrades to the ground.

He felt somewhat sorry for Herrera, as it was his suggestion that led Herrera and Karas to choose to sell their souls. Compared to the hesitant Karas, Herrera readily went to Slaanesh. This might be related to her personality; her former comrades had all become Space Marines, while she remained a mortal.

Subsequently, by sheer chance, Herrera, who had joined Slaanesh, grasped the key to their destiny—they needed as many catalysts as possible to draw upon Slaanesh's power.

...Where has [Karas] gone now?

Mortarian's thoughts drifted away. He was somewhat worried—he was very worried about them. But then he thought that Karas and Vox had probably already entered the Dark Sea and were no longer affected by the Chaos. He felt genuine joy for them, but also felt even more sorrow for the living.

Now, they no longer pretend to be destined for fate; they are simply pawns to be sacrificed, and they are willing to do so.

[Motalian] took another deep breath, and looked at [Herrera] as he spoke.

[Herrera...what do you think?]

"I?"

Herrera, who had been enthusiastically drilling holes in Angron, was spotted by the Primarch and paused in surprise, looking at Mortalian.

Then, as if realizing something, the great demon Slaanesh gave a mischievous smile.

“I know—Motalian, you’re probably overthinking things again—what can I think? If I can’t have him, I might as well light another fire to make his wish come true. That’s all I can think about.”

Herrera blinked, then nimbly slithered to Mortarion's side. She stretched out her hand, and the psionic fire symbolizing Slaanesh ignited in her palm. Amidst the twisting flames, Mortarion saw the vague face of a god.

"I was quite curious why my Lord had been so silent for ten thousand years—it simply didn't align with the philosophy of immediate gratification—now you see, I know why!"

Herrera chuckled, her pure black eyes sparkling even in the dim room.

"For my dear old friend destroyed my Lord in this destiny—that is why He is so silent."

"Shoot down the gods."

Herrera's eyes sparkled. Mortalian wanted to criticize her for eating the food of a demon, at least to show some respect on the surface, but then the Primarch remembered himself and gave up.

“You know, Mortarian—that’s what he told me back then—he said that if we can, if we find the real way, mortals can also bring down gods.”

Then Herrera abruptly turned her head, her hair whipping across the Primarch's armor like a whip. The Primarch lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Forget it, you don't understand."

[Herrera] said with a sigh, "You are the Primarch—Motalian, you can't fully understand the rage and obsession a small fry has when trying to drag down a big shot. Karas has long lost that edge, and Vox is a complete idiot who doesn't use his brain."

Wait, that was a bit harsh. I think you're probably feeling down because you're being used as a tool. Don't be too discouraged, Mortarion. You see, if you could make a decent weapon, shoot down a god, fulfill his wish, or even just die within his domain—there's nothing better than that, isn't there? Oh! Maybe there is, but unfortunately, I'm not a fool who can't see reality. I know I can't just lock him up alone, hahaha, or kill him—you know, in some cases, male corpses will—hahahahahahahahaha.