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

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Chapter 868 [310] The Great Dao Has Been Annihilated

The two powerful beings fought to the very end of the galaxy, until even the Great Dao was obliterated.

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+The other me can't get through. +

Mortarian said calmly, looking up at the sky. Over there, the Star God, who had already shattered Guilliman's battlefield, was rapidly falling toward them.

Beside the Pale Lord, Guilliman opened his mouth but made no sound. He knew what the Primarch was saying. The Primarch, who was already deeply psionic, naturally sensed the High Heavens beginning to change drastically.

Just as the tide was rapidly receding, he was beginning to struggle to breathe, like a fish abandoned on the mudflats.

Subspace is shrinking rapidly.

It was bestowed by Hades.

Mortarian remained silent, standing still, gazing up at the sky, deep in thought. The white mist swirling around him slowly settled down, motionless.

I think we should reduce the scope of our psionic abilities now.

Mortarian said seriously, as if he were telling Hades that the Death Guard's lunch burritos had to be mixed with Type III poison.

Guilliman nodded in complete agreement, and the usually imposing Primarch fell silent, looking up at the scene in the sky with disbelief, just like Mortarion.

There, the once deep blue, fluorescent starry sky seemed to be flooded with pitch-black seawater, which surged rapidly up half the sky, with the leading waves already gently lapping at the feet of the giant moon.

He...he finally woke up.

Guilliman felt his mouth go dry, and he saw countless pulsating black specks in his vision. This was not a sign of nervousness, but rather a sign that Hades was approaching them.

Motalian didn't respond to him, as if Killieman were just spouting nonsense.

+but, however,+

Killieman took a deep breath.

+Motalian...you can tell that's not him, right?+

Mortarian nodded slowly.

+Out of control,+

The Primarch said softly,

Or perhaps ascension to godhood—but there's no real difference.

Then, an even softer muttering reached Guilliman's ears. Guilliman was startled but remained silent.

He clearly heard Motalian say,

...In the end, he still had to face Him. Well, Karas won his gamble.

There was no more sound. The two Primarchs stared solemnly at the horizon, sensing the sudden receding tide of the Warp. They tried their best to keep their psionic energy within a reasonable range so as not to be noticed by the two gods who were about to fight each other.

Being watched is not a good thing.

Who do you think will win?

Guilliman said, then suddenly realized that his words were somewhat superfluous. Could Hades really defeat the Outer Ones? The Primarch gave a wry smile. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so concerned about this question. If the Fearful Ones had fired both of their Spears of Fate at the Outer Ones, then the question might have had an answer.

But now it seems there's only one answer.

But Mortarion's voice surprised the Primarch.

If He were to become the King of the Underworld...

A strange light flickered in Mortarian's eyes.

+The odds still remain—but how far have you come, Hades?+

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Hades charged into the battlefield first, sprinting through the restaurant, and with an extremely dashing pose, he supported himself on the table with one hand, leaping over the table which was higher than his waist, and landing in a perfect arc on the front line.

He smoothly drew the knife from his waist. The pale light swept across the silver blade, and the short, slightly sharp serrations seemed harmless, yet for some reason, they possessed an extremely eerie and deadly aura in Hades's hand.

Hades looked across and saw his dinner, which was screaming and speaking. It was also gripping the fork tightly in his hand and had a huge chasm split open from its head, the scar cleaving the head of the outer one and running all the way down to its neck.

They bared their fangs at each other.

The outermost part of the body was surrounded by ripples of pale white light, like bubbles. It seemed gentle, but it pushed aside the debris and fleet floating in space without any resistance. When the white foam collided with the planet, the planet was like an ocean ball floating on the surface of water, drifting lightly backward.

The darkness remained silent.

Within the starry sky, the solidified darkness stretched out like slime mold. White light collided with the expanding darkness, causing it to wilt for a moment, but then instantly becoming even more exuberant and menacing.

In the deepest darkness, a towering humanoid being floats in fragments. Dark geometric metal blocks float, barely piecing together a humanoid shape. Endless dark droplets gush out from the gaps between the geometric metals, like pulsating pulses. Imperceptible arcs of inky electricity dance on the surfaces of the metal.

They looked at each other and paused for a moment, as if they were wondering where to begin.

A strange fluctuation occurred in the space between the two, but no living being knew exactly what was happening. There was a lack of solid matter and life that could be directly observed, so the changes in the rules could not be well reflected or observed indirectly.

But the rules are indeed changing drastically. If an unfortunate spaceship were to enter this place at this moment, its engines would explode or be permanently shut down amidst unsettling noises, and the metal that makes up its outer shell would creak and either disintegrate or transform into other, even more bizarre shapes.

Then, inside the huge restaurant, the madman who was constantly screaming and going crazy made his move first.

Hades' eyelids twitched as he saw the outer being rushing towards him in an extremely bizarre manner, waving a fork in its hand. Each swing into the void looked as if it were stabbing the fork into a piece of meat, but in reality, there was nothing there.

The outer creature was screaming incoherently, and Hades could only make out a few words—He could hardly make out all of them. The language the outer creature was shouting was as incomprehensible to Hades as the roar of the Yuanmou Man in Beijing.

The person on the outside is shouting—

+Devour!+

Devour!

The full moon moved, the enormous celestial body trembling slightly, drifting slowly towards the Black Sea like a giant ship. If any intelligent beings looked up at this moment, they would see the moon, like a small boat, swaying towards the depths of a mirror-like lake devoid of other starlight. The pure white moon resembled a giant inflatable toy, slowly and gently drifting away.

It appears light and beautiful, but in reality it is a brutal and inhuman force and authority. However, the distance and the gap in understanding veil this cruel scene with a light veil.

The Black Sea began to churn, and ripples spread across its once calm surface. The ripples grew larger and higher, eventually becoming taller than mountains and dimmer than stars.

Hades suddenly turned to the side, and the fork barely grazed his cheek. His face, which was devoid of features and consisted only of a black hole, was reflected on the silvery surface. Greedy black water gushed from the black hole, making Hades realize that he himself was also starving and impatient.

He crouched down, then let the knife in his hand carry his body out, stabbing straight at the core opposite. Some irresistible resistance pressed down on him, preventing him from moving forward. Hades felt his outstretched arm being twisted layer by layer by the logic of the outsider.

It doesn't hurt, because the sense of pain has been taken away, or perhaps Hades doesn't need the sense of pain.

Pain is merely a means for lower beings to warn themselves to dodge attacks; higher rulers do not need it—unless the galaxy wants to punish them, or unless they violate the rules they are supposed to follow.

Just like the Outer One now—He fled for too long, only to return in a daze, fooled by the clown.

+Kill! I'll kill you! +

These words burst forth from the countless hisses of the outer being, as if He were still within the Spirit Clan's network of the past, trembling as He stared at the Laughing God Xigaoqi opposite Him.

+Loser. +

His enemies scoffed without hesitation. The ruler of nothingness and greed once again brandished his dagger. The once silver-white blade had long since been corroded black by his aura. Hades drew his blade, his movements filled with absolute greed—

He was far purer and more innocent than the person opposite him; He was simply hungry and wanted to eat something.

+You weren't originally the product of the core concept, and you even deserted at the last minute—that's why I was born, outsiders. Because your older generation of star gods were all too incompetent, so authority and concept chose me. +

Hades laughed mockingly, but was that really what He thought? No, He simply hoped to provoke the other side so that the outer being could better reveal the alluring core beneath the celestial rings.

Above the starry sky, the originally chaotic darkness gathered and gradually condensed into a purer black hole, or like a giant eye, staring straight at the moon falling toward it, and then lightning shot straight out from the center of the pupil.

Concepts, matter, mass, energy, fundamental forces—several offensive means from the physical worlds are mixed together, ultimately transforming into a volcanic eruption like a torrent of black mud. The space that the darkness passes through becomes almost completely black because it has collapsed and cannot be observed, thus only presenting a kind of dark color like a galactic game loading error.

On the other side, a furious white light erupted, and some kind of collapse was deliberately triggered. The giant white star began to shrink inward, and the bright-colored material on the surface of the star god was thrown out, heading straight into the depths of darkness.

Hades gasped for breath, pinned against the wall by the madman. He used his hands to block the fork that the madman was thrusting down from the outside. The silver fork gleamed with an eerie light and was aimed straight at his only intact right eye. The fork tip spun, as if it were stabbing a strawberry on top of a cream cake, trying to pierce his eyeball.

Although the outer being is insane, and although his madness has caused him to completely disregard everything and forget many techniques, this guy is incredibly strong. His power is still too great. This is the value of the only ancient thing that survived. Putting everything else aside, his energy and authority are absolutely the largest.

Are these the veteran players from the game's launch?

In Hades's pupils, the three pointed tridents drew ever closer.

With a sudden burst of strength, the foot that had been pinned by the outer figure kicked out at the outer figure's body with all its might. The outer figure was thrown backward, crashing into a long table in the dining room with heavy thuds. Hades slowly straightened up, feeling somewhat exhausted.

Exhaustion and weakness made Him feel even hungrier, and Hades' eyes became even more profound. Countless voices clamored to devour Him, and the shackles of reason loosened. He needed to loosen the bonds of the authority He held.

What’s next?

If Hades still possessed reason, He would have planned carefully, or perhaps used His authority to launch a long-range attack—but He was too hungry, and realized that in this war only the savage would survive, and the civilized, the self-restrained would not be the chosen rulers.

So what could He do? What else could He do?

Without hesitation, He pounced on the outermost one like a hungry wolf.

Eating is a biological instinct, a symbol that distinguishes living beings, life, and subjective will from lower beings. Eating means plundering, plundering the environment and other living beings, tearing apart external objects and turning them into one's own power. If there were no other restrictions, there should be a being in this galaxy that is constantly devouring and devouring until it has eaten everything it can swallow.

The black star fell towards the white moon.

A colossal, dazzling, dizzying, tear-inducing, and utterly black scene unfolded in the starry sky, one that even the Primarch could not accurately describe—was it a celestial dog devouring the moon? Or were two indescribable beings, like those in the Cthulhu Mythos, baring their fangs at each other? Or was it simply two celestial bodies colliding, altering the laws and authority around them in the process?

No one knew, no one witnessed the whole process or the whole scene. Just like a two-dimensional being can only see the length and width but not the height, Mortarian only knew that he was crying and that there was a dazzling array of light like a supernova explosion in front of him.

Then, he felt himself screaming unconsciously and crying unconsciously.

This is not a sign of cowardice, because at this moment, the entire subspace is weeping and screaming together—like unlucky guys chained to a locked room, they are frantically curling up in a corner, forced to face two madmen screaming and stabbing each other with knives.

The two madmen are now stabbing each other, tearing and ripping as they go, and stuffing their mouths full of each other's flesh and blood. Blood splatters onto the warp space that is trying to shrink itself as much as possible. If the warp space were personified at this moment, it would probably have collapsed, screaming as it collapsed, trying to escape but trapped in a dead end.

What might be even more despairing is that, after the two madmen fought to the death and emerged as the sole victor, covered in blood, the one who had just stood up from his dinner scraps would hum a song, slowly turn around, and look towards the subspace.

His eyes revealed the boundless fervor of someone who hadn't eaten enough—

You're next.

[I'm next.]

Within the turbulent, chaotic flow of warp currents, [Motalian] lay sprawled on the ground in the center of the altar like a fish that had been dead for seven years, seemingly impossible to pry off.

Compared to the other two Primarchs who were mentally prepared for and had the ability to withstand the pressure of Hades, the First Rebel felt that he might become the first Primarch to be scared to death.

But he still has to do something.

He did not contact Herrera directly. The Primarch struggled to extend a hand and used his dark hand to draw the final contents of the magic circle on the ground—the warp that was now screaming desperately was the final premise for the success of his spell.

Right now, the subspace here is screaming with the hope of going to a paradise where there are no star gods and no dark realms—ignore the two madmen screaming and stabbing each other not far away. This is the best time for destiny to merge.

However, the First Rebel's original intention was not to allow the subspace in the Lord's destiny to escape from this place.

On the contrary, he squinted, recalling the subspace within his destiny's line of fate—

It's time for all existence to feel pain.

Chapter 869 [311] Feeling Pain!!!

Another Fate Line

"The end is near—I feel that anger... The lines of fate are intertwining, and I think I know who is manipulating destiny... Hehehehehe!"

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Horus glanced silently at the figure behind them. His tightly pursed lips twitched a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't. He could only look at his other self, the Wolf God, as if pleading for help with his eyes.

Another wolf god, wielding a warhammer, remained silent, only swinging his hammer. He seemed to be under much more pressure than the unknown Horus. On the distant battlefield, deafening explosions erupted one after another, and the number of Titans fighting there was more than the flock of birds flying across the sky.

Further away, the warship that crashed in Terra looked like a giant meteorite, rising as an insurmountable mountain on the horizon, its altitude only slightly lower than the summit of the Himalayas.

Chagatai was there, holding back most of the ground forces of [Guilliman] with unimaginable strength. Shepherd God could hardly imagine how the Khan had done it, but Chagatai had indeed done it. The Primarch of the White Scar seemed to have grown considerably in the ten thousand years of slumber. He and his legions were much more adept at using small forces to hold back a large and slow enemy army compared to them.

"End or rebirth! I have never appreciated my—or his—whatever it is—fourteenth son so much. Rebellion and jealousy always brew delicious dishes...it makes me so happy..."

Within the protective circle behind the two towering Primarchs, a middle-aged man with a slightly hunched back, a somewhat deranged expression, and long black hair streaked with white and gray, suddenly knelt down amidst loud crying and laughing. He decisively extended a hand to his mouth, bit it until it bled, and then began to write and draw something on the ground. However, neither of the Primarchs noticed any change in the Warp.

This aligns with humanity's most primal stereotypes about madness and witchcraft.

He seemed to see Mortalian in the main destiny line, his face pressed tightly against the ground due to anti-psychic energy, yet still stubbornly reaching out to draw blood runes on the ground, his mouth agape as he angrily cursed the idiots.

At this moment, the whole world is plunged into an even greater crisis—on this point, they are of one mind.

In the midst of his busy schedule, Horus glanced at the Wolf God again, his eyes filled with a hint of panic. He didn't want anything to go wrong with the Emperor, but it seemed that bringing them to the vicinity of the palace had exhausted all of the Emperor's spiritual energy and wisdom, causing Neos to become a true psychic madman in a short period of time.

The light in Shepherd's eyes darkened further. He felt a tightness in his chest. The exhilaration of the battle could not mask the gloom in his heart. He listened to his father's mad ramblings behind him and felt a pang of heartache.

My Lord,

After a brief silence, the Wolf God spoke in a hoarse voice. Despite the great noise on the battlefield, the Wolf God's voice somehow reached everyone's ears clearly.

[You need to rest for a while; we'll be storming the palace's underground chamber soon.]