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

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Hades understood, and instead of looking at Eurycan, changed the subject.

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Let's go somewhere else,"

Tarasin shrugged.

"The Fear of Death has been completely wiped out. I hope your race will not suffer such a tragic fate, Hades. And—I've come to awaken you, of course, with the power of Orikan. That guy has finally become more generous—remember our last promise, Hades. Do not fall into depravity. Destroy the Outer Ones completely and help me give the Fear of Death a perfect ending."

"I will."

Hades said solemnly, then watched as Tarasin's body grew weaker and weaker. The two looked at each other, and the two of them, friends of the alien race, were left speechless.

Tarachin opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything witty or clever to salvage the situation.

"Sigh, I've been clamoring for the revival of the Fearful Dead, but in the end, you've made a fool of yourself, Hades—remember not to tell anyone! I've embarrassed myself enough!!!"

Amidst the twinkling starlight, Hades reached out his hand, but Tarasim had vanished, and the thread gradually became transparent, disappearing into the dust.

"No,"

Orikan, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke. Its face was ashen; clearly, witnessing Tarasin's self-destructive attack had displeased it. The Star Master stared at Hades.

"The fate of those who fear death will begin anew—this is the right fate, this is the fate I have chosen, Hades, open your eyes, fate is calling you."

"Two stars soar in the sky, and a hundred rivers rush to the sea; two snakes entwine and fight, but they all converge into one—tens of thousands of years ago one fell and the other survived, and tens of thousands of years later, the same is true."

Euricane said, enunciating each word clearly.

"The fall of the fearful...destiny has truly begun to flow, witness."

Chapter 867 [309] It's a bit like hell.

Then Hades woke up.

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

The first step was to open his eyes, and then he subconsciously began to breathe. Although breathing was of no use to him now, it was a symbol, a manifestation of subjectively beginning to control his body. With this breath that sounded like suffocation, his powerful heart began to beat, pumping out blood and energy.

Hades suddenly sat bolt upright, startling Macardo, who was sitting on his left calf smoking.

The old man merely shuddered, then coughed up phlegm to the side with a "ha-tui!" sound. He didn't move his body, which was pressed against Hades' left leg. After glancing cautiously and nervously at Hades, the old man looked away and continued to smoke in silence with his head down.

"woke up."

Macardo said hoarsely, in a statement of fact, a choking white swirl rising in front of his face; Macardo was just smoking.

Hades seemed to awaken from a deep dream. He blinked, as if still recovering his senses of the world—but everything began to change. As a certain water level rose to a critical point and shattered, he unconsciously grasped the key to a higher level of existence.

Hades blinked repeatedly, but he could not see the room he was in. He could only see the faintly burning golden flame beside him, and small, pale golden characters floating on the flame.

The familiar scent lingered at the tip of his nose, telling Hades that it was Macado.

It took him a moment to make out the old man. He first saw a slightly brighter golden flame, which then grew brighter and brighter until it resembled a star.

Then, as if something had happened, the golden flame suddenly exploded, with four strange colors swirling around it, turning the original golden soul into a frenzied, turbid gold. Then, blue shackles like chains pierced through the flame... The flames leaped and burned more and more fiercely, and the words surrounding them became more and more numerous. In the end, it shrank and swelled in Hades's vision. At one moment, Hades even determined that it had reached a certain threshold. Once it broke through, this world would have one more administrator.

But just as the fire was about to soar, it suddenly shrank back down, as if it had been slashed by a sharp sword and was almost extinguished, leaving only a few golden sparks buried under the burnt-out firewood. Then, as if carefully tended and blown on, the tiny flames reignited and burned brighter and brighter on the firewood that had not been completely burned.

Then, Hades saw the ball of fire burst into flames with a violent crackling sound, before shrinking again to the size of a mortal soul, yet its color and luster remained as pure as fine gold.

Hades stared intently at the fire; the golden flames reflected only a faint trace in his completely black pupils, and even the slightest glimmer of light was instantly swallowed by the darkness.

He subconsciously swallowed.

But then Hades abruptly stopped. He opened his mouth awkwardly, then closed it again, seemingly lost in thought or saying something.

Perhaps his silence had lasted too long, so long that Macado, who was silently smoking, frowned and turned to stare at Hades reproachfully. The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise and saw that Hades' black pupils were widening, getting bigger and bigger, and even showing signs of taking over the entire white of his eyes.

A dark liquid trickled from Hades’ eyes, ears and mouth, like a container slowly overflowing. The liquid filled the old man with an unusual fear and terror—a feeling of disgust that far surpassed any previous experience Hades had given Makado.

"Hades?"

Makado opened his mouth and shouted, tapping Hades' armor with his pipe, the dull thud echoing clearly.

Sigh,

Hades responded somewhat blankly, and now Makado realized something was wrong—Hades' eyes were staring straight at him, yet they didn't seem to be looking at Makado.

Sigh,

Hades let out another sound.

Hey Lao Ma, I'm here.

The old man's words annoyed Makado, but at least it was a good sign. The old man cautiously and slowly stood up, trying his best to suppress his psionic aura so as not to provoke Hades.

"How are you feeling now, Hades?"

how do you feel?

These words fell into the calm, dark sea, without causing a ripple for a long time.

What could he do? What else could he do? He felt an intense hunger, as if the howling winds of the mountains were lashing against his thin, starving back, then bursting through his belly, leaving him empty and helpless as he tried in vain to grab onto something to chew.

Hunger felt like a spark falling into his stomach, which then ignited into a raging fire, burning upwards from his rumbling stomach and down his esophagus. It then invaded his mouth and nose, allowing him to smell only the faint scent of blood in the wind—flesh and blood often go hand in hand, and blood is the voice of raw meat selling itself. But the fire did not stop there; it continued to burn greedily upwards, as if determined to consume the entire being called "Hades." Hades felt that his brain was completely immersed in this fire, and everything before his eyes was crimson.

+Hungry. +

These were the words that Hades uttered subconsciously. Then, he looked at Macado in a daze, and Macado took a step back—before the old man could react.

The good news is that Hades didn't pay attention to Macado's little tricks. He just stared straight at Macado, sat on the ground, and didn't take any further steps.

Makado suddenly couldn't tell whether Hades was alright or not. He wanted to ask Tarasin, who was more familiar with the Star God, but the old man had already died after leaving behind a passionate last message.

Hades felt genuinely hungry—a part that would normally be governed by instinct and desire—but a voice in his mind grew louder and louder, echoing through the empty, hungry valley.

He needs power; he needs to devour others to gain the strength to fight.

He needs...

Stepping onto a new level.

Even though a thousand voices in his mind were urging Hades to eat something, he stubbornly refused to take a bite of the golden flame that was closest to him. The flame burned silently in front of him, but Hades simply refused to put it down.

He looked down and saw that the clear, thin thread was still tied to his hand. Hades moved his hand, and in the next moment, he was shocked to find that thousands of thin threads were floating all around him.

Clear, blurry, thick, thin, different colors, and different lusters of fine lines come from different places, floating on the dark ocean where Hades is currently floating, rising and falling with him.

Hades looked along the thin thread that was firmly tied to his hand. He blinked and saw the scene of the two moons falling at the end of the Dark Sea.

The enormous silver moon, seemingly filling his entire vision, slowly descended from the sea. The crescent moon, with its sharp edges, fell toward the island made of candy and biscuits, while the full moon hung precariously in the sky. In a flash, it seemed as if the huge full moon had opened its dull, enormous eyes, staring straight at Hades.

It was as if Hades was staring straight at it.

Hades stood up instinctively.

After witnessing the fall of the two moons, Hades seemed to lose everything, with only the waxing and waning moon on the horizon remaining. It was as if nothing else existed in the world, leaving only him and the moon.

A beautiful, delicious moon.

The silken ribbon composed of countless fine threads of fate that had just brushed against his cheek had vanished, as had the golden flame and even the once alluring candy island.

Only the moon remains.

That bright moon.

In the end, even the smaller crescent moon disappeared from Hades's eyes, leaving only the full moon that struggled to hang in the sky. The giant eye was gazing intently at him, and he gazed back at the giant eye with deep affection.

This is fate.

Amidst the myriad ribbons of fate fluttering like butterflies, the cold smile of the Star Lord is revealed behind a lifted veil. Fate is indeed wondrous—just as no matter how hard it tries, it cannot change Tarachin's pig-like act of rushing to its death, the Star Lord cannot even alter its last words. Tarachin seems determined to utter its utterly stupid pronouncements.

Now that the two star gods have met, they naturally only have eyes for each other.

Just like a person walking on an empty beach, he can naturally bend down to look at the small crabs and seaweed on the fine sand, but if another person walks towards him from the other side of the beach, then they will only see each other.

Just as the Primarch and mortals are not the same, the same is true for the Star Gods—the ancient self-exiled had never seen a newborn challenger, and the newly arrived laboratory monster had never witnessed such a complete kin before.

Not to mention, one of them now holds a sword and the other a knife.

Two tigers cannot share one mountain; this galaxy will only recognize one administrator.

It's a match made in heaven—a galaxy-certified pair destined to kill each other.

Orikan gave a dry, cold laugh. The galaxy, the Star Gods, the Fearful Ones, Tarachin, and even itself, had all fallen to such a state. Now, the galaxy couldn't even find two intact Star Gods, leaving only a half-crippled madman and a laboratory monster. Now, the other creatures would "celebrate" as they watched as one of these two lumps of garbage was chosen to manage the galaxy.

Hades himself didn't want to become a god?

It's alright, Eurycan will help him get promoted.

Only by taking another step forward can Hades obtain the scythe that truly defeats the Outer Ones.

Only if Hades wins will the gears of fate turn to the next level, and the Fearful Ones will have a glimmer of hope—to be clear, the Star Lords do not care about the life or death of the Fearful Ones, but in the correct timeline, the Fearful Ones have not been completely wiped out.

The Star Lord coldly observes, as countless threads of fate scatter, sending Hades on his journey.

This was also the final agreement it made with the Emperor when they "colluded" to leave the matter of fate to the Star Lord. Tarachin was too kind and could not bring himself to light another fire in front of the burning house.

But Orikan could do it—of course, only after Talassin died; otherwise, with the Endless One watching, Orikan obviously wouldn't have had much of a chance to do so.

Eurycan raised his hand, and the symphony of time and destiny flowed from his fingertips. He was now adding "legitimacy" and "compliance" to Hades—so that the galaxy would accept him more.

Look ahead, this is your path, Hades.

The ethereal voice of the Star Lord descended upon Hades' ears, pointing him to the path ahead, dispelling his hesitation and doubt, and focusing his attention as intently as possible on the distant Outer One—

The Star Master felt that this step was not very necessary. It and the Emperor had clearly underestimated the inevitability of the fate that awaited the two powerful Star God "fragments" when they met.

The two star god "fragments" stared at each other, their eyes seeming as if they were about to tear each other apart and devour each other at any moment.

Clearly, the Milky Way was far more insane than the Star Master had imagined. Eurycan felt superfluous. It stood quietly in place, watching as Hades stood up abruptly, his head turned and his eyes fixed straight on the outsider.

"...Hades?"

Makado said helplessly, then took a step back imperceptibly. The old man could roughly understand what had happened—but he was also a little worried. Hades could not and should not completely lose control, as this would be detrimental to the subsequent battles.

It was all over by now; Makado had done everything he needed to do. But the old man paused, a hint of worry appearing in his eyes, which had been overwhelmed by exhaustion and helplessness.

"Hades?"

He called out softly again, but Hades stared intently at the distant battlefield, ignoring Macado.

The old man frowned.

“Motalian and Guilliman are still there—you should at least keep an eye out for them.”

He emphasized the two syllables of the original, but it was no use. The old man only saw the darkness in Hades' eyes increasing, and black water surging up, engulfing everything.

Makado pursed his lips.

"Hardy—"

A hand wrapped in shimmering threads appeared beside the old man, gesturing for silence. Macado frowned and remained silent.

Hades didn't even glance in their direction. Hades took a step out in a daze, and the next moment, the place was empty.

A few moments later, Macado saw the dark flower that transcended time and space blooming on the distant battlefield.

Given the speed of light—he shouldn't have seen it so quickly, but the old man did see the suddenly blooming black flower—because its existence had permeated the more fundamental laws.

……

Makado didn't say a word to the low-dimensional projection of the Star Master standing silently beside him. He simply frowned, lowered his head, and rubbed his tightly furrowed brows deeply with his hand.

Eurycan remained silent.

"The Lord of Humanity made you do this."

After a brief silence, Macado spoke, then sighed deeply.

What could he say? That Mortarion and Guilliman were still there, at least to prevent Hades from killing Mortarion in the end—that would be an absurd ending.

But there's no need to say that. It's precisely because of human greed—their desire to survive—that they resorted to such a desperate measure. Makado was even too weak and unwilling to say anything else, because the Necromancers of the Space had been wiped out ten minutes earlier.

and many more……

An absurd thought popped into Makado's weary mind, causing his face to twitch for a second, wrinkling like a chrysanthemum.

Hades has gone berserk this time. If—if Hades wins in the end, what will the human empire use to awaken him?

Makado recalled that it was in this same star field that Hades had devoured half of his soul.

The old man squinted, the answer to the riddle seemingly right there on the surface—oh, there are Mortalian and Guilliman there.