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

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Opening!

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+Guilliman…you wise king, this is what I promised. Behold, your father has so easily wielded your destinies—he has treated the fates you are destined to be mere casualties.+

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The lucky one, favored by the gods, had sparkling blue eyes. The warm flames in the fireplace in the rest room crackled, and tiny blue sparks landed on the thick cashmere blanket on the Primarch's lap, disappearing with a soft sound.

So this is the reason for the uneven tilt of chaos... [Guilliman] pondered, the Lord of Change, Tzeentch descended from a higher-dimensional narrative, He came with joy, hoping to deal a heavy blow to this empire that has not yet experienced the storms of life, so as to prepare for the convergence of the threads of destiny.

[Guilliman's] eyes were unreadable. The Lord of Macragge pondered for a moment, then calmly asked,

[But you chose Magnus.]

+Hmph, Magnus~ His fate was certainly more fascinating... How could I ignore it? +

In the other fateline, Tzeentch should choose Magnus, and their relationship doesn't seem very pleasant—[Guilliman] senses a hint of contempt and anger.

Magnus… [Killiman] murmured to himself, this would be the sword he would use to stab Tzeentch.

Later, he suddenly realized that his father, the Emperor, had also chosen such a sword, and that sword was called Macado.

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Tzeentch... [Killiman]...

The Wolf God's vision blurred, and he felt the sword in his hand begin to move upwards slightly—it had truly left the Golden Throne, which was great news.

Primarch felt like his whole body was falling apart, but he gritted his teeth and continued to pull the sword outward. It hurt, it hurt so much—but would it be more painful and heartbreaking than when Saint Gilles fell from the sky? Probably not.

Thinking of this, the Wolf God believed he was about to die again. Only when he was on the verge of death would he try to face the past and confront his memories.

But now is not a good time to reminisce about the past. Shepherd Wolf continued to exert his power, and the shouts and pleas for surrender from the distance of [Guilliman] turned into a buzzing in his ears. With each step the sword went up, those ghosts and memories rushed towards him.

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Terra Dungeon

+Hehehe, so arrogant, so insignificant, yet still struggling on, Neos? +

A certain bright blue light shone throughout the entire underground labyrinth of Terra, and a huge, eerie shadow, chuckling, hovered above the emaciated humanoid figure that was burning fiercely—[Macado], with his white hair flying wildly, mouth and eyes wide open, arms raised and shouting, the bright blue flames on his body flashing and dazzling like a supernova explosion.

The mocking voice rang out from the phantom, and the alien-like "facial features" danced among the blue flames, radiating an extreme malice devoid of any positive emotion.

I should have realized this sooner.

A golden giant stood tall, the Emperor's body swelled several times its original size, his black hair flying wildly, like a cloak billowing in a gale.

+Why is the chaotic octagon out of balance...? I once wrote a paper exploring whether the chaotic octagon could possibly be in equilibrium—but that paper was subsequently rejected and severely criticized by my advisor—now that I think about it, it was you who did it. +

What does this have to do with His cunning?! But the Lord of Changes just sneered and followed the scoundrels, spouting all sorts of nonsense!

+You are not the only being to realize the imbalance of the Chaos Octagon, but such is fate, Neos. Thanks to your gamble, and so deeply thanks to your other self, I have arrived at this glorious state—yes, so beautiful, listen—the music of the High Heavens is so harmonious now, neither the humming in the gardens nor the panting in the palaces can be heard, even the Blood Pools are unusually quiet now; they are all silent now, it is a pity that their incessant bickering can no longer be heard. +

+……+

Me too?

+——? ! +

+Hehehe...Fate is so wondrous, Neos—the Lord of Darkness—this is your final path...No matter which destiny you choose...you will ultimately tread it. It's truly moving; the High Heavens have been so kind to you.+

That wasn't your doing.

The Emperor spoke with an air of righteousness, gazing intently at the burning Makado—the ever-changing demon lord behind the old man. The Emperor slowly paced, and the blazing, menacing blue flames around him stopped, as if restrained by golden light.

Even you have your limitations; the master of all changes—that is the source of the empire's chances of victory.

Win?

Hysterical laughter suddenly filled the entire underground labyrinth, as if ninety-nine billion people were simultaneously opening their mouths wide and laughing uproariously. The heavy laughter overlapped and echoed over the corpses of the Imperial Guards lying quietly on the ground, and rang out from the mouths of the great demon Tzeentch, who was laughing and waving his staff.

Oh~ oh! My dearest, my favorite gambler Neos, of course you'll win—of course, and then you'll lose everything! Hahahaha!!!

+But you've already lost, Lord of Change—I won't let you take the Primarchs away.+

The Emperor's expression remained unchanged, though a hint of sorrow flashed in his eyes. He looked at Macado in front of him; the old man's figure was even more hunched and charred, like a fleeting shooting star in the sky, brilliant yet brief.

Is that so?

The Lord of Changes suddenly pointed, and the outer layer of the maze lit up with points of shimmering blue light. The Emperor's expression changed abruptly, and the Lord of Humanity turned around, his black and gold eyes reflecting the fifteenth figure stumbling and running towards them, wiping away tears.

At that very moment, the Emperor learned the name of Crimson One XV—Magnus.

You lost this round!

The Lord of Changes laughed loudly.

+Taste the feeling of being betrayed by your own child—Nyos—I've wanted you to taste this bitterness for a long time!

The Emperor turned his head, and everything seemed to be in slow motion. The red-skinned child rushed towards them, carrying a determination and resolve that did not belong to his age. His eyes were shrouded in some kind of mist, as if he had lost his pupils.

Tzeentch’s powerful psionic energy shone on him, strong enough to unleash a psionic storm on Terra that would reach directly to the High Heavens.

A dazzling, powerful blue light, strong enough to scorch the Emperor's soul, erupted—

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You lost this round.

The master of all changes turned his head.

He saw the soul of the Crimson One, Magnus, rushing toward them—no, not Magnus, but Robert Guilliman, whom Magnus had cherished with his whole soul and life.

Who started this game?

The Lord of Humanity spoke calmly, yet his voice carried an undeniable air of power and evil. Darkness had corrupted the Lord of Humanity's mind, and millennia of suffering had profoundly shaped and altered him.

No… how is this possible?!

The Lord of All Changes roared. He wanted to leave, but time and space overlapped. Thousands of years ago, He had come here at His own invitation, and His shadow still lingered here.

+Why is it Magnus again?!

The Lord of Change was almost hoarse from shouting, the vast chaos trying to escape—but how could the Emperor and Guilliman, who was rushing in the same direction, allow it to? The Magnus spinal sword in Guilliman's hand was now shining with a blue light, the very pass that Tzeentch had given to Magnus in the past, allowing the Primarch to let him enter Terra.

At this moment, the pass transformed into shackles, binding Tianqi tightly to Terra's warp.

The Lord of Change almost wept and applauded because of this coincidence and overlap of fate—provided that He was not the protagonist in the play. In order to prevent the farce of the past from happening again, He tightly locked up the soul and destiny of Magnus—but was unexpectedly broken by Guilliman with sufficiently cruel and absurd means.

+You foresaw this all along?! +

The Emperor remained silent, only a strand of white hair appeared in his palm—blue flames danced in the Lord of Humanity's hand, originating from Macado a thousand years ago.

Dark flames erupted around him, the golden light in his eyes was swallowed by darkness, and the black flames on the longsword in his hand were scorching hot.

+You're not leaving today, Tzeentch.

The Emperor spoke calmly, his eyes completely black, yet with a deeper, more profound despair and tranquility than the previous gold.

The Emperor glanced sideways at Mortarian, who had just severely injured him—the First Rebel was unconscious to the side and had just missed the scene.

Then, he looked into the distance and met the gaze of [Guilliman], who was rushing over with his sword drawn. The ambitious and cold-blooded king flashed a dazzling smile at [The Emperor], his cheek stained with blood—warm blood from the spinal sword in his hand.

That kid is really ruthless.

The Emperor belatedly realized this. He had originally thought that Guilliman would at least be somewhat moved by Magnus's sacrifice and blessing, but now it seemed that Guilliman had no such concerns or sympathy at all.

This is a good thing; this child has the ability to govern the empire well.

[The Emperor] thought slowly, raising the longsword in his hand. Wisps of blue flames climbed up the blade like water snakes from his palm—this was to increase the concentration of Tzeentch's psionic energy in this space, so as to completely hold Tzeentch back.

+I won't leave either—you've lost again, Tzeentch. From the moment you made that bet with the other me, you lost. I have no regrets, as long as humanity can survive—it doesn't matter. +

They're all the same.

The Emperor repeated himself and charged toward the Lord of Change—even if he died today, he would leave Tzeentch behind. Tzeentch must be pinned down so that the human empire could have some breathing room.

Tzeentch's shriek caused blood to stream from his ears.

+You're really going to do this—?! Sacrifice yourself—sacrifice all your destiny—to fulfill that purpose?! Emperor—I can help you become the Dark Lord—we can split the throne!!! +

They're all the same.

The Emperor said that He had fully accepted His own nature and that despair and pain, and that His power descended upon Him, enough to make Him and Tzeentch fight to the death.

The black and blue waves surged, and then the newborn joined the battle. The already heavily injured Emperor was powerless to fight back. He opened his arms and grabbed the Lord of Change, and together they fell toward the golden throne.

Before them, a smiling Guilliman suddenly plunged the sword down—a sword forged from Magnus's life, soul, and resolve, piercing their blood and flesh, their soul and marrow.

laugh! ! !

It hurts, it really hurts.

The Emperor thought—this would be all his thoughts for the next ten thousand years.

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laugh! ! !

The Wolf God fell backward abruptly, and between his raised hands, the fully pulled-out spinal cord sword was bright red and menacing.

Chapter 874 [316] Come on!

The bone sword was dripping with blood, and long, sharp bone spurs grew from its sides. Steam rose from the bulging bone spurs, which seemed to have just been released from a cage and were breathing out with each breath.

The Wolf God was trembling, his vision blank.

The immense spiritual pressure pressed down silently, and when the true power descended, it was unexpectedly desolate, vast and boundless, with the greatest sound being silent. Everything fell silent, which made the air at this moment seem exceptionally clean and clear.

Everything seemed to have stopped.

In the distance, Guilliman stared wide-eyed, his face filled with terror and utter shock. The Emperor, on the other hand, wore a mischievous, half-smiling expression. Further away, Horus stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape as if he wanted to say something.

Drop after drop, warm, foul-smelling blood slid into his hands—the hot, stinking blood seemed to be the only moving thing in this space… This sensation awakened the Wolf Shepherd.

The Wolf God slowly lowered his head, as if he had just remembered what he had just done and what he had just released.

That immense malice was staring at him.

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Horus opened his mouth, watching as, seemingly frozen in time, the Wolf God's figure swayed slightly, then, his eyes wide open, he fell backward—

The next moment—a massive fountain of black mud erupted from the unsealed throne!

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pain.

despair.

anger.

Pain, resentment, anger, revenge, hatred.

It hurts so much...

Darkness, darkness, falling into an endless sea of ​​pain, He heard them, He saw them, He felt them, how could He not weep for them, not grieve for them, not be angry for them? The pain and tragedy truly fell on their shoulders, they were drowning in the eternal blue night that descended from the sun.

It hurts so much... so much that I can't breathe, can't speak, can't glare, can't draw my sword. My bone marrow and nerves seem to be nailed to one point, and every struggle brings unbearable pain.

But He could only weep—was He weeping for Himself, or for the sake of others? In the boundless sea of ​​despair—past memories were like the faintest stars on the dark horizon of the ocean, and now, those faintly shining stars hung at the farthest point of the Black Sea, swaying with the waves as if they might sink at any moment and never rise again.

He squinted, gazing into the distance at the stars that had once brought him light and warmth, those former stars, their dim, dark eyes reflecting a faint glimmer of light.

He saw those people, those warriors, his former friends, and the children.

Children...

He remembered.

Darkness surges forth, along with anger, instinct, the struggle in moments of pain, revenge, and a sense of duty.

He felt that stinging, shimmering blue, that eerie blue filled with utter incomprehension and rage—the azure waves churning and screaming, as if they would never understand what had just happened, even after ten thousand years.

What exactly happened?

Oh, "again," it's Magnus once again.

Magnus...

It's been too long... He can't remember anymore.