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The Grim Reaper—the Eldar Grim Reaper—was there. The immense pain caused Slaanesh to struggle madly. After the newborn half descended, the flesh nest that had bound Him finally released Him completely. He instinctively struggled to climb forward, and placental-like chunks of flesh were dragged out of the rotting opening in His abdomen.
+Hiss hiss hiss, die!!!! +
Death let out a shriek and a cacophony of laughter as it shrieked at its awakening. Its two powerful claws tore itself from Slaanesh's body. Now their lower halves were joined together, and Slaanesh's serpent tail had long since become bloated and unusable.
They began to fade away—the gods descended to earth, and the subspace loosened its anchor to them. After only one of them remained, the remaining one could leave the Comoros cradle that had nurtured them.
Another claw pierced Slaanesh's abdomen. He had a face similar to Slaanesh's, and a long tongue inlaid with rough spiritual bones protruded from his mouth. He suppressed the struggling Slaanesh with his own ecstasy, and his claws gripped Slaanesh's claws, firmly anchoring him to the ground.
Slaanesh began to struggle desperately, their lower bodies tumbling together like the Spirits in the act of mating, but not seeking penetration, but tearing each other apart completely, blood and semen splattering out at the same time!
...powers overlapped.
Mortalian felt a wave of dizziness. He saw the Eldar in the streets silently collapse to the ground, and the newly resurrected Death joyfully carried them away—
Slaanesh was not the true demise of Eldar; it was Death, who sought revenge for them, who did!
The Primarch felt his power becoming chaotic, the Warp sometimes drawing power from him and sometimes infusing him with authority, and he fell back and forth between heaven and hell, weak and strong.
It's up to you guys... Hades...
Mortarian, panting, issued the order to retreat, but he did not leave. The Primarch awaited his turn, while keeping watch on Macado—Mortarian sensed faint psionic energy emanating from elsewhere.
He looked at the black prison that had suddenly stopped rising... and gave a helpless bitter smile. Was it because it was too big? Hades seemed to have become sluggish.
Just as the Primarch was pondering, the empty black domain suddenly gathered, contracted, and reshaped into the familiar yet unfamiliar existence he knew.
Mortarian breathed a sigh of relief without showing any emotion.
"You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences? I'm offering you face, but you refuse, you wretch! Sinister wretch, huh? Speak up!"
Hades tilted his head in confusion, seemingly puzzled as to why Slaanesh wouldn't willingly let Him devour Him—even though He had offered Himself willingly the previous two times.
Slaanesh, tormented by death, could no longer answer Hades's questions. His nemesis was devouring him, and he screamed in terror, but this only made his twin brother stronger and more excited.
Leave—leave this place!
Slaanesh pressed down on Death's gaping fangs, hoping Death would at least realize that their greatest enemy now wasn't each other—but that human floating in the air!
But Death seems to have no memory of Slaanesh. His arrival has brought abundant psychic energy to the Comoros. Why should we be afraid? The psychic energy within the Comoros is now sufficient to fight against that dark entity.
+Hehehe—Die! +
Death repeated the Eldar word, the most special and favored one, born from the death of the gods, with another arm torn off by Him. The four-armed Death plunged into Slaanesh's abdomen, which was now empty and withered, and blood and amniotic fluid flowed out.
No! Don't—wake up—!
"All right,"
Hades said, his eyes filled with disdain, as he strode through the void, looking down upon the mad farce of intercourse on the ground.
Hades raised a hand, pointing high at the gap in the Web that Slaanesh had torn open, his fingertips pulsating with gravitational waves.
"It just makes things a bit harder to clean up afterwards."
"Land."
He said, "White hair profusely spread, and the raised hand suddenly falls—"
Seven black stars descended upon the Comoros along with His words.
Unit 306, the first batch of Black Stars to support Pluto, arrived on the battlefield.
8.6k words, great! That's all!
Chapter 690 The Unreachable End of Godslaying!
Faced with the harsh reality, the arrogant newborn burst into tears.
………………
The eyes of the half-dead god of death reflected a scene that terrified him to the bone.
He was still unaware of what was happening. He swallowed the flesh and blood instinctively, but his spine instinctively shuddered.
In those bright yellow eyes where the thin film had not yet faded,
He saw a pitch-black figure standing in the void, with dazzling white arcs of electricity dancing between its palms, and a similar electric dragon, hundreds of times thicker, coiled around the black star behind Hades.
His completely black eyes held no mercy.
The stars, piled high with black stones, resembled pure and light energy bodies, hovering slowly seven meters above the ground, calm and silent within the Comoros.
The turbulent waves of the warp were instantly calmed. True power needs no words; His mere presence is enough for you to know His might.
The still-staggering Eldar walkers fell straight down. At the gap in the net, the waves of warp roared, and the black star vibrated at an extremely high frequency, instantly calming the cascading waves of warp.
A vast and absolute darkness enveloped Comoros.
As Hades landed, Black Star slowed His pace, step by step.
A black scythe appeared in his hand, dragging along the ground and carving a deep trench in the earth.
No—no!!
Death, entangled with Slaanesh, shrieked. He couldn't understand why he, having just been resurrected, would face such a terrifying thing—his resurrection should be celebrated with the fall of a god, not his own demise!
The convergence of concepts began to struggle. Slaanesh and Death, who had just been tearing each other apart, may have formed a temporary alliance at this moment. Powerful muscles burst open in the serpent's tail, and the twins simultaneously let out a shriek powerful enough to tear the sky apart!
Blood-soaked authority gushed from their throats; they shrank, but it would all be worth it!
Layer upon layer of shrill screams, the twins singing loudly.
Click, snap.
At the bottom of the black star, where it came into contact with psionic energy, cracks burst open. The cracks, barely the thickness of a finger, were actually as large as the fissures caused by a volcanic eruption.
The resonance of the seven black stars began to become discordant. Hades frowned and quickened his pace, each step traversing space, but Slaanesh and Death retreated just as swiftly.
The shrieking sound persisted—the resonance of the subspace reverberated, high-frequency sound waves echoing layer by layer, superimposed with ancient sounds that did not belong to this moment.
click!
After a sudden tremor, the first black star crumbled, and with the full force of the vast ocean pouring in, the concentration of psionic energy in Comoros surged dramatically!
Beneath the divine light, Mortarian coughed violently. Before Black Star collapsed, he sent his guards away, leaving him standing alone amidst the ruins and corpses of the alien architecture.
He can't leave yet... If Hades fails... he'll have to stay and clean up the mess.
The Lord of Dark Clouds believed that Hades would not fail—but at this moment, all of this was gripping him tightly, making him realize his own insignificance once again.
On the other side, a greedy and gleeful light shone in the emperor's eyes, and the smile on his lips widened, as if revealing an endless emptiness in his heart.
ka ka ka-
After completing their missions, the second and third black stars collapsed, and Hades also reached his destination.
The monstrous mass of flesh, a mixture of Death and Slaanesh, retreated in terror as the shadow of Hades loomed over them.
The instant the dark monster swung its scythe, Death dragged their shared bodies forward to meet it!
He is the God of new life! He shall wield His authority! He shall reap the life of all things! He shall represent the end of all things—not His own demise!
The gods pounced on the dark falsehood, and the newly born throne forgivingly lent its power.
At this moment, the entire subspace was filled with mournful howls, all for the sake of a subspace god who bravely swung his sword at the monster!
The subspace has suffered under Pluto for far too long!
Death swung his arm to deflect Hades' scythe, his fingers transforming into sharp spikes, and thrust them fiercely at Hades—but Hades gripped them firmly, rendering him unable to move.
The monster called Hades roared in fury, his anger as devastating as a cake with cream on a table jumping up and biting its own nose.
His anger swelled Him further, and darkness poured out of His human form, transforming Him completely into a colossal beast covered in fangs.
Death watched in astonishment as the monster that had gripped His arm turned into black liquid, the darkness pouring down on the roaring Twin Gods like a gelatinous Newtonian fluid.
No—no no no no! Monster!!!
The twin gods tumbled and their forms became ethereal as they tried to escape the erosion of the Styx River. But the Styx River showed no mercy; it was ruthless and cold as an inorganic substance, driven only by the law of devouring.
Hunger, hunger, hunger.
An insatiable hunger.
The black stars collapsed one by one, but no longer because of the attack of the psionic field. Hades deliberately destroyed them, just to obtain the boost at the moment the black stars shattered.
Devour, devour, devour with all your might, satisfy your insatiable stomach, gain power through devouring, and naturally become its vassal!
The gods' painful screams and struggles become your best appetizer, and their soaring cries are like the opening theme of the evening news before dinner. This awakens your more ancient instincts, and you always choose to start your dinner at this time.
The thick, powerful snake tail struggled beneath you, unable to break free, which caused you to salivate even more. You bared your fangs and plunged them deep into the flesh and soul of the god.
You feel the deity in your arms gradually becoming gentle, soft, and illusory—
Beneath your unnoticed feet, blood flows down along with authority, creating a river of blood and depravity. The corpses of the spirit race along the way are soaked in the blood of their race's last two gods, falling into this river of greed and pain.
How wonderful.
The emperor imagined that the tyrant, disregarding his image, would leap from the tower and, like an addict, frantically crawl on the filthy ground, drinking the blood that gushed forth at the moment of the god's death, his form becoming radiant and eerie.
No...no...no...
As Mortarian limped toward Hades, he thought of the worst-case scenario—Hades, you've lost control again.
This is not a good thing; he doesn't want to see his old friends sacrificed or leave now.
Fortunately, we had a contingency plan.
Mortarian thought, feeling even weaker, as the Eldar Death God's dying struggle usurped most of his power—and squandered it on retaliating against Hades.
Unfortunately, the effect is not obvious.
The Primarch reached out and pulled the modified Hypercube from his neck. This wouldn't trap him; it would only calm him down.
Meanwhile, atop the tower, Leon, whose body had been pierced by Coz's spear, suddenly turned around and kicked away the bats that pounced on him.
Coz fell backward in pain, and the lion seized the opportunity to grab the wrench on the control panel—his emerald green eyes glanced one last time outside the tower and saw Hades battling the false god.
Leon Johnson pulled down the wrench.
Above the Comoros, the suns, captured and imprisoned in the sky, began to fall.
Koz roared angrily again, but this time Leon did not struggle; the spikes piercing the Primarch seemed to have drained all his strength.
……
The star began to fall.
Those fiery beings fell to earth, instantly igniting a raging inferno that nearly burned away all sin and filth. At the same time, immense gravity began to work, and the uncontrolled stars began to slowly converge.
Hades felt an unusual warmth.
He looked up in surprise, holding a knife and fork in his hand. He had slashed the two-tone cake on the plate in front of him in a fit of rage, and the cream had collapsed from the top of the cake.
Behind Hades, Mona Lisa, draped in magnificent robes, has blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, yet she smiles radiantly.
He looked up and saw layers of light bulbs shimmering above the dining table, with hourglass-shaped rays of light streaming down, right in the center of the plate.
The warmth that surprised him was emanating from these light bulbs, with a faint black powder sprinkled among them.
Hades thought for a moment, his instincts kicking in, and then he reached out and rummaged through the light bulbs.
The light bulbs collided with each other, and after a very short, intense flash of white light, they merged and began to collapse, becoming a kind of pitch black, a complete opposite of the light they had previously emitted.
That's a black hole.
But Hades was unaware of this, so he continued to scan the restaurant. Bat dolls tied to lion cubs fell from the display shelves, and the ground was littered with countless small robots in red robes, as well as tall, bulky vehicles.
The clock directly opposite him had long since broken, and now it had become a deep pool, where time flowed backward, connecting to the moment the cake was born.
Hades saw the gazes peering into the room from within—surprisingly, he didn't find them offensive.
It might be from a friend.
There was a soft, polite knock at the door. Hades didn't want to open it because he knew it wasn't for him.
He lowered his head, preparing to continue eating, even as the strange purple and yellow cake screamed, struggled, cried, and begged for mercy—
But it's just a piece of cake after all.
Cakes are meant to be eaten.
Hades thought for a moment, then a sound caught his attention, like the fluttering of some kind of moth's wings, which strangely made him abandon the idea of continuing to eat.
Then Hades witnessed the most astonishing scene of the ending.