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

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How joyful He was!

The serpent's tail twisted, blaspheming the corpse of a god, and He laughed loudly. Unceasing dancers and singers performed beneath Him, their shrill cries piercing the twilight sea, the vast ocean churning endlessly—

It brings to Him the deeper ocean currents.

A deeper, more painful shriek began to play.

It comes from the final, inevitable path after indulging in pleasure.

destroy.

As time rolls on and on, the loom of fate weaves layers of yarn, and a radiant hand gently caresses it. As the defender of time and fate cries out, the finger is touched.

They've arrived.

A scream! A scream!

But at this moment, would Slaanesh himself notice his half-smiling, half-crying face? Half of him was laughing heartily, and the other half was writhing in pain. He was unaware of what was happening, but his body had already begun to receive the pain that followed his indulgence.

The backlash from time.

? !

The gold mountains dimmed and turned into dung, falling onto the land of the Dark Forest.

The mountain of flesh trembled, turned into pus, and fell into the bottomless abyss of darkness.

The crown flashed with a chaotic golden light, and another being took the crown and vanished into the river of time.

? ? !

How could this be? How could this be?!

The youngest queen screamed in anger and pain, but what terrified her most was not the loss of power; the god who had just indulged in pleasure trembled and lowered his head.

He saw an arrow piercing through His ripped belly, from which murky yellow fluid flowed out; another god had died before His complete birth.

To die, to steal, to usurp, to replace.

A desolate, colorless mist settled over a corner of the pleasure palace.

Let's finish this quickly.

Death, who has usurped power, has no light in his eyes; destruction... destruction... His obsession has long since transcended the garden.

The Grim Reaper's respirator spewed out mist, and the giant scythe dragged across the ground, making a hissing sound.

[Here you are, my good brother!]

The giant wolf grinned menacingly, the light of the Eternal Spear gleaming between its fingers.

【…】

As the eagle soared through the sky, another figure had already flashed past the floating ruins like lightning, the sky above the grassland reflected in the Yili Special.

Slaanesh shrieked, sensing the impending doom—

From that Grim Reaper.

…………

Screech!

Hades felt himself being blasted away by a flash of light, his vision filled with white light, and a shrill shriek, like a radio tune failing to tune, exploded in his ears, sometimes near, sometimes far.

How is he supposed to play against that?! He doesn't even know how to play Lee Sin as an assassin!

"Move forward."

Taracin's mechanical voice suddenly rang out.

"Keep going! Keep going!"

"Why are you still here?"

Hades asked as he walked, spreading out his Dark Domain to avoid any mishaps, but the Dark Domain's perception was also affected by the damned white light that flashed like a flashbang. Hades could only vaguely perceive some large clumps of psionic energy in the shape of colored blocks.

"I'm here to do only one thing."

Tarasin laughed twice.

"Collect it, collect it again!"

"Then please do as you please."

Hades stumbled and said that he felt branches brushing against his face and body, and weeds and broken branches crackling under his feet.

He chose to walk in a straight line, as if Hades had smashed a giant tree in half and crashed it down with a roar.

"Make way! Make way!"

Hades shouted,

The location seemed discontinuous; at times Hades felt as if he were walking among city-like ruins, with the flames of war scorching his armor and rubble turning to ash beneath his feet.

Unable to see the battlefield, Hades was now on high alert. He seemed to have returned to the time of Barbarossa, unarmed, running through the fields.

But to others, the dark-skinned Great Khan walked straight along the road, his eyes blindfolded with pure white spikes, completely ignoring any obstacles in his path. Lightning flashed across the night, precisely cleaving through the obstacles in his way.

Half the sky fell into eternal night behind him.

[The dead! The dead!]

The calls, sometimes near, sometimes far, sounded. Hades realized they were calling him, but the poor signal made it impossible for him to tell who was calling. However, after being verified by Tarasin, he was certain it was an ally.

"The signal is too weak, I'm logging off! Good luck, Hades!"

Tarasin went offline rather irresponsibly, and Hades decided to suppress the urge to yell at his teammates. He ran towards the direction in which they were calling him.

"It's coming! It's coming! Where are you attacking?! I can't see right now!!"

……

Death, panting, glanced sideways and saw the surging darkness washing over the ruins of the Eldar's buildings. Finally... Hades had arrived.

Mortarion himself still couldn't behead a god with his own hands... even though the Warp had already helped him.

Originally a usurper, the power belonging to the Eldar Death God is now bestowed upon Him, and bright yellow bloodstains are clearly visible on His palms. The Warp bestows both curse and blessing upon Him.

The runes of the Spirit Race, which displeased Him, emerged from the bloodstains, spreading from His hand that gripped the scythe up the handle. An ominous sign of fate flowed onto the blade, carrying the pain of countless Spirit Race members who had indulged in debauchery and fallen into depravity.

Wow!

Lehman Russ vomited mouthfuls of blood, leaning against the broken wall, blood streaming down his forehead, but this did not prevent him from revealing a ferocious smile.

Your brother is terrifying, he's like Death himself!

Mortarian remained silent, glancing at the Wolf King, whose condition was extremely poor.

Is this how the Lord of Mankind sent reinforcements?

He didn't think so—Motalian thought his two brothers were too weak in combat, even though they were far stronger than they had been before, but not enough, far from enough.

Motalian didn't expect them to surpass him.

But if they are the Primarchs who have fully unleashed their essence, why is it that only the divine weapons in their hands have the strength to satisfy Mortalian?

Death was displeased, even though He Himself was now seriously injured.

On the other side, suspended in the sky above the buildings, the Khan's divine crossbow trembled slightly as he released an arrow! He sped off again!

White lightning leaped through the chaotic sky, like a crazy bullet hell game, holding back the youngest queen. A wisp of raging flames spewed from the mouth of the enraged god would have been enough to destroy this overconfident challenger, but the eagle soared past every attack!

+The dead! +

Mortarian shouted, taking another look at the positions of Slaanesh and Hades. The Dark Sea, which was rapidly rolling toward them, had reached an unimaginable size, engulfing the city in an instant like a tsunami.

Mortarian had not even seen the Hades beneath the Black Sea.

Forward! Forward!

The Primarch even doubted that he needed to help Hades. The tsunami roared past, and with such a scale, once Slaanesh's psychic energy was caught in it and triggered his senses, Hades, who was waiting on the spider web, would immediately pounce.

But now their first priority is to block Slaanesh's escape route.

Death glanced at the sky and retracted his earlier thought... The Khan was still struggling, but it hadn't done much except to provoke him and distract Slaanesh.

Let's go.

Death and the Wolf King exchanged a glance, then decisively moved, now in the closest possible position to the Underworld Sea!

……

"Wandering souls! Oh—Hades! Over here, over here!"

Nios's voice?

Hades was confused: Had the Emperor also participated in the battle?

But the Dark Domain precisely caught a golden thread, and Hades followed it, hearing a shriek sharp enough to tear through the eternal night.

"Attack this way!"

The emperor's voice rang out again, irresponsibly.

"Which way is this?!"

But Hades charged precisely toward the location where the psionic energy had been detected, his senses, like his aching eyes, were dazzled by the flashbang.

He could tell that it was chaotic psychic energy, but apart from that, Hades could not discern anything else.

He sensed that he might have accidentally hurt someone while running, perhaps by stepping on something. The wolf whimpered and tucked its tail between its legs, then hurriedly ran away.

Hades didn't intend to swing his scythe; at his current size, it was unnecessary. He also worried that using gravity or lightning might cause accidental injury. Therefore, Hades chose the simplest, most direct, and least risky option—

He lunged forward with all his might.

"Bingo!"

"Nios shouted happily."

A piercing scream of extreme pain rang out. Was this the size of Slaanesh?

Hades was unsure, but perhaps Slaanesh was indeed that enormous at the moment of his birth. He felt as if he were being slowly poured over a soufflé, like strong acid corroding the struggling and screaming chaos.

A surge of chaotic power rose from the gaps in the Dark Sea, its tentacles reaching out into the free subspace as it struggled, only to be mercilessly shattered once again by Ruth's Eternal Spear.

The earth was shattered, with a long scar running through it.

……

[…cough cough cough.]

Death took a deep breath, raised his hazy eyes, and looked at the Slaanesh struggling on the high platform. The ineffable, indescribable, and unforgettable darkness descended upon the false god and easily seized the god's arm as he fled to the warp.

Time to end.

The Dark Prince struggled, but in the face of his true nemesis, his final struggle was like child's play, just as he had easily shattered the Eldar gods.

The eternal night descended.

He can no longer eat—Death, it's time for you to act.

The Khan spoke cautiously, wiping away the blood with his hand, while Rus, who had collapsed earlier, lay beside him.

The Primarch of the White Scars watched the dark creature feeding warily. Mortarion was displeased by the probing and negative emotion in his gaze, but the Lord of the Sky was right.

The eternal night was expanding wildly, even reaching out its tentacles to grab the stars that had been shattered and scattered across the sky. A corner of the warp was torn open, but no blood flowed.

Because they do not want to face Him.

...Even Death wouldn't allow it.

Take a deep breath, a deep breath. Mist rises from beneath His feet, then randomly emerges from beside the altar-like platform.

Hades? Hades!

He felt weak, but this brought him closer to the center. The darkness lingered for a moment, then reluctantly and slowly receded again.

Leave Him only as a skeleton that is still breathing.

Death breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.

Slaanesh's head was like a burst balloon, its last remaining eyeball spinning as it looked at Mortarion standing indifferently beside it. But this poor eyeball, in the struggle between the laws of physics and the warp, collapsed like a sand dune due to the victory of the law of gravity.

+I will end you, Death will end you, Slaanesh. +

Death spoke softly, and beside the god who was now a pile of rotting flesh, He knelt down and saw that after the vessel shattered, the authority belonging to Slaanesh slowly left Him like inverted raindrops.