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

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A huge, grayish-green moth was fluttering its tattered wings toward him, but for some reason, a fly swatter, big enough to give Hades a good whack, was stuck to its seven legs.

No, buddy?

Hades' mind went blank for a moment—then he remembered everything.

He lowered his head and slowly released his grip on Death's hands. Brain matter was spilling out of the remaining half of his skull. How strange, do gods also have brain matter?

"Ah—ah!"

Hades remembered their plan.

"Motari—Moth! Moth!!!"

He raised his head and held tightly the twin god, half-paralyzed and barely alive in his arms, to prevent the unfortunate fellow from escaping.

"Come here quickly! Moth!!!"

Hades raised his head and shouted, feeling unusually tired, his psionic energy pressing on him, or perhaps because he had overeaten.

"Death is in our hands! Come and seize power!!"

Fortunately, they still had a breath left—the disorder of time fluctuated around Hades, but don't panic, this is a normal phenomenon before a god dies.

Resilience... Resilience...

Stars collided nearby, the shockwave nearly blasting Mortarion away, but his steps remained firm, and he heard Hades's shouts from afar.

Mortarian breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't understand what was so relaxing about the scene before him. Beside the dying twin gods, stars were exploding one after another, collapsing into black holes.

Day and night coexist, light and psychic energy distort together near the planet, and time itself begins to fall into chaos.

Comoros was completely torn into pieces.

Buildings in Comoros were being torn up, fragments of construction materials falling one by one into the black hole. It was almost over—

Mortarian felt himself being captured by the gravity of a nearby black hole, and he was exhausting all his strength to resist that immense force.

What's there to relax about?

Mortalian found it inexplicably amusing. Dark liquid condensed beneath his eyes, forming two striking marks. But at least on this apocalyptic land, they had achieved their final battle objective.

[My final objective is for me to temporarily seize the power of Death and kill Slaanesh... This way, you won't have to bear too much psionic energy, Hades. Defying the prophecy could very well trigger another warp reversal; we don't need to take any more risks.]

How did he end up like this...? He overestimated himself, Mortarian thought sarcastically.

Arriving at the destination... right next to Hades, who was holding half-dead Slaanesh and Death.

Mortarian staggered and half-knelt down. Hades, who also looked disheveled, looked at him, but his face was mostly covered in the blood and brains of the false god.

Two-dimensional fragments scattered around them—scattered authority, drifting slowly toward the warp.

No, none of this is what Mortarion wanted. These were all scattered by Slaanesh. The newly born Death was not even worthy of scattering enough fragments.

Hades stared at Mortarian with a look of anxiety and worry, while hurriedly shoving the convulsing half of Death into Mortarian's arms.

【…】

Mortalian felt a rare pang of pain. He knew Hades's meaning; Hades wanted him to seize the power of death—but what would he do? Follow Hades's lead?

He recalled the moment he usurped Nurgle's power; the taste of Nurgle's essence still lingered on his teeth—

Mortarian had a change of heart.

The black hole formed by the convergence of multiple stars is rapidly expanding toward them, and Mortarion believes that Hades, who has just lost control, does not want to use the power of the Star God for the time being.

Let them be. We'll deal with it once Hades has recovered. The Star God can alter the laws of physics, so there's no rush.

But they all overlooked two things.

First, the closer you get to a black hole, the slower your time will become, until it seems to freeze on the surface of the black hole. Now, the laws of physics still apply, just like gravity.

Those who fall into a black hole cannot perceive that time has slowed down; only external observers will see their movements slow down.

Second, this is not simply a black hole. In the Comoros, where time is disordered due to the death of Slaanesh, the time field begins to collapse due to the formation of the black hole.

"Eat quickly!"

Hades was slurring his words, and Mortarian refused to look at what was coming out of his mouth. The Lord of Darkness remained silent for a moment, then pulled his heart from the chest of the blind Death.

Winning and losing are always so cruel.

+Ho-ho! ! ! +

I am Death.

Motarian said, removing his gas mask, a smile spreading across his face. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth.

I am Mortarion, and I am death.

In the turbulent subspace, the withered hand on the new throne was covered by another skeleton, and Death gently sat halfway in His place, white mist gushing from His mouth and nose.

Whoever sits in this chair is the rightful heir.

No.

Motalian said, he stood up,

Hades simultaneously pulled over the corpse of the dead Eldar, exposing the other half of the still-living Slaanesh, making it easier for Mortarion to kill him.

This position, filthier than Nurgle—I would never be the one to take it.

But Death will kill Slaanesh.

Mortarian said, and swung his scythe toward the god.

The illusory figure, not yet fully seated, slowly rose from the chair and left amidst a humming murmur of curses surging through the vast ocean.

Behind them, the black hole arrived at that moment. Within the observable range, Mortarion's movements slowed down more and more—slower and slower, until finally it seemed to freeze!

The gods on the opposite side simultaneously began to exert their power.

Fragments of a god's dying authority shattered, uncaptured, and following the laws of nature, they tried to find a host nearby...

……

"Round Three."

Neos looked at the chessboard, where crisscrossing cracks almost shattered the entire board, and round black holes floated in the air, pulling the broken pieces up.

He stared thoughtfully at the almost frozen, absurd scene. The Lord of Dark Clouds had already partially etherealized, a phenomenon unique to ascended gods—but he himself descended.

He didn't wield much of the power of death... so he wouldn't be bound to the chair.

Those exposed powers... let Neos and the other gambler handle them.

"However—there's still a small grudge that hasn't been resolved,"

The Emperor said,

"Four is down, next is five, and then it's my children's turn."

"They need to be quick; the Comoros time won't last long in a steady state."

The Lord of Mankind looked up, and another gambler, looking travel-worn, sat opposite him.

One more, will be sent in one minute.

Chapter 691 The Abyss of Gambling!

At the same moment,

+No! No, no, no!!! +

The emperor roared in fury, completely losing his reason. He had already taken a step closer to the final stage, and was only one step away!

Why didn't time jump back—Slaanesh is dead!!! He should return to the moment of his ascension! Not 4!! But 5 leading to 6!!!

Is Hades up to something?! But according to the Emperor's observation, Hades doesn't know anything about time manipulation.

+ Conrad!! Come here!! +

The emperor roared, and a strange device appeared beneath his robes: an ouroboros, a heart of plague, a rotting heart pulsating within a ring-shaped device radiating an evil aura.

He began to forcefully activate the device, and an eerie light shone forth. Logically, Slaanesh's death should bring about a time jump—was it because Slaanesh was not yet dead?!

If a time jump occurs, Hades, repelled by the warp, will not return to the past. At that time, only Slaanesh and the Emperor will remain—He will completely sit on the throne of the Dark Prince!

The already chaotic timeline fluctuated, Caliban's vegetation appeared at His feet, only to be replaced by other things, and fragments of the Emperor's psionic energy fell among them, vanishing again in an instant.

He clearly went back then!

In Comoros, spacetime flickered like a shattered continent, as higher dimensions cast their gaze upon this place, and the chaotic noise resembled a spinning roulette wheel in a casino.

The bat emerged from the darkness, baring its teeth, threw Leon to the ground, and then quickly disappeared back into the shadows.

Where is the Tuchucha engine?

The emperor's eyes did not blink. He had prepared for this day for too long, taking advantage of Slaanesh's death to return to the day Slaanesh was resurrected and he took the throne, and then moved from 5 to 6.

Then it's 6 moving to 7, 7 moving to 8...

He will end all suffering! No more human suffering! No more haunts filled with eternal pain! No more darkness! No more injustice! —He should have created a better future!

Once He ascends to Godhood—once He completes this numerical cycle—He can become the true ruler of the world!

Leon smiled, like a cat that had just pulled off a prank.

The Tuqiu search engine isn't with me.

Under immense psionic pressure, blood spilled from his mouth as he heard the distant horns of approaching figures.

Your delusions have ended, Makado.

When you instigated the First Legion to obtain the Three Sacred Treasures, did you ever imagine this day would come?

Leon says that the thrill of revenge does not bring him joy; all he wants now is to go back and repair Caliban, which was shattered because of him.

You are lying to me.

The emperor spoke slowly and deliberately.

+Just moments before Caliban fell, to prevent me from controlling time, you took the Tuchucha Engine and hid in the Web.+

If he had succeeded in attacking Caliban back then...none of this would have happened!

If only he could turn back time... he wouldn't be in this mess now!

He has been hunting lions for a thousand years, all for the three sacred artifacts! These are the final steps He takes before ascending to godhood!

【Yes,】

Leon said that a deep blue light shone in his eyes.

[To prevent you from controlling time, I hid in the web—but you're wrong. The Tuchucha engine isn't with me; I took the genome.]

"It's the Tuchucha engine that I keep safe."

Luther said that the massive blue ships surged forward, gleaming with the glory of Macurag.

Amidst a hazy, chaotic interplay of light and shadow, and the ruins of alien structures, this patch of sapphire blue, a symbol of order and stability, stands out starkly out of place.

At least they weren't late this time. He stood beside Guilliman, and on the other side of the Son of Vengeance was Belisarius Caul, the only great sage who did not yield to Hades.

"After the Lord of Humanity regained his senses, I immediately handed it over to him."

When Luther saw that familiar figure, he felt an indescribable surge of heat in his chest. Finally, he saw the lion again.

The Emperor staggered. Guilliman? How could it be Guilliman? Shouldn't the Primarch be lying in the museum in Macragge?

No—this can't be! He's been reviewing the Ultramarines' documents! No problem—there's absolutely no indication of any assembly or mobilization!

Fake?

The Emperor absurdly thought that Guilliman had become so adept at political deception that he could even fool Him!

He miscalculated the last piece of the puzzle, and felt immense shame, but He could still depart—

Golden flames burned, igniting the deep red silk, its edges trimmed with gold, while a snow-white velvet cloak swayed amidst the flames.

I came for you, Makado.

Robert Guilliman said that his eyes burned with the flame of reason, his face was even thinner, and the olive branch laurel wreath in his golden-white hair stood proudly, its light, far more dazzling than the sunlight, arcing across his azure armor.

Without a doubt, it was the light of psychic energy.

Even after a thousand years, I am still furious about what you have done.