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

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Perhaps he shouldn't have so hastily referred to it as a "temple," after all, the Lord of Humanity had emphasized the truth that he was human countless times.

It's just another name for the diversion of subspace power.

Since its essence is the original entity of subspace existence, it is naturally the best carrier to bear the power of subspace.

Mortarian raised his hand, staring at his withered, emaciated palm.

He couldn't help but recall the previous Human Lord's Web Path plan, which involved relocating all of humanity into the Web Path to isolate human souls from the influence of the main subspace...

...As human faith disappears in the main subspace, chaos will gradually weaken.

However, the human race's beliefs did not disappear directly; they were merely transferred from one place to another. They still needed a vessel—otherwise, these beliefs would spontaneously form new existences.

The new carrier is the original.

The nineteen Primarchs are enough to dilute the negative impact of faith.

Mortarion has sufficient evidence to believe that the Primarch is an entity that the Emperor wishes to divert from his own faith.

But that was before.

Now they have Hades.

But... Mortarion couldn't be sure his former comrades would continue to respond to them; Hades' responses were steadily waning...

He had hoped to find Hades first before attacking the warp.

But reality didn't go as planned.

The Necromancers in space were far more troublesome than he had imagined. Attacking a dead race was far more difficult than attacking an enemy he had already dealt with. Over the long years, he was wearing himself down... He was running out of time.

Whether consumed by faith to the point of losing himself, or taking a desperate gamble before losing power or consciousness, Mortarian never hesitates.

He was going to slay the gods, he was going to devour the flesh and blood of the corrupt heavens… he was going to take… no…

Gods are immortal beings.

Within the laws of the subspace, the rebirth of one god is exchanged for the death of another.

"Consciousness" can be erased and replaced, but the dissipated authority must have something to carry it, otherwise the old gods will never perish.

Mortarian was terrified. He could not devour all the power of the Corrupted Heaven. There had to be someone to share that power with him. He did not want to be just the god who had just ascended the throne of Stagnation. What he wanted to do was to shatter the god's power and steal the human that had shaped it into a scythe.

He might be able to cast Nurgle's authority directly into Hades' realm, but in the long, fading years of Hades' silence, Mortarion did not believe he could invoke Hades' blessing within the vast ocean.

After that, some changes occurred; Mortarion was exiled, which only strengthened his suspicions, until…

...until the Elven race came to him.

Another candidate to devour corruption has arrived.

The opportunity Mortarian had been waiting for had arrived.

Every step from here on will be a step toward death.

Or perhaps it was a step worse than death, but Mortarian did not regret it. There was nothing to regret, even if his only regret was that he could never see his old friends again.

He should perhaps apologize to his old friend who insisted he was human for the countless dark churches now filling the Empire, or perhaps apologize for using the Dark Domain without explanation... Even though Mortarion knew Hades would forgive him, the Primarch remained sorrowful.

Under extreme circumstances, whether willingly or against his will, he made far too many mistakes.

But Mortarian still has no regrets.

In this hopeless world, he has learned to remain silent.

First... they used Eldar methods to send Deathguard ships to the Warp on a large scale.

The vast ocean rippled, the bow of the ship was slender, and seven Nurgle demons were impaled on the deck by black stone spears, serving as guiding beacons. The Resilient broke through the psionic ocean and rushed into the High Heavens.

He wasn't worried about other beings in the warp interfering; the clues gathered by the Death Guard told him that something would stop them—perhaps an Emperor, perhaps a King, it didn't matter.

Only emperors or rulers would be happy to see the fall of the old gods.

It is precisely those two entities that have been entangled with other subspace entities.

Even if one of them is not clear about their position.

Next, the ocean currents in the garden will be disrupted by black stones that have accumulated over thousands of years.

As the siren sounded, the missiles ascended into the sky, and millions of black bombs, each requiring several people to encircle, rained down on the garden.

As the dust exploded, he heard a painful groan from deep within the garden, like the damp earth cracking open, and the slug retreating into its eyes.

...The negative psionic properties of the Black Stone were weakened within the vast ocean.

Mortarion listened intently to His struggle, and he released his own mist, which billowed upwards, causing the nearby black rocks to be reversed by his psionic energy.

The mist is steaming.

Then came the battle... the battle... the battle...

Save Isaac, devour Nurgle... gain power... leave this place...

His pact with the Eldar was to rescue Isa and, as the "Eldar Death God," kill the youngest queen.

During the process of killing the youngest queen, the Eldar will provide him with full assistance.

The arrogant Eldar did not understand his obsession with Nurgle... They didn't even understand why he agreed to befriend Isa... He needed the authority of [Rebirth]... and also the information from the Eldar Pantheon of yesteryear.

Mortarion planned to obtain the secret of [Rebirth] from the Eldar goddess Isha after leaving Nurgle Gardens—enough to deal with the Necromancers of the cosmos.

At the same time, he needs to find another Primarch to share the burden of [Rebirth]; the Eldar God is merely a stopgap measure.

But... it is and it isn't...

The Eldar hope to use his title of "Human Death God" to replace the identity of "Eldar Death God." If they want to wield his scythe... they will have to pay the price.

If Mortarion is fortunate enough to reach the final step, and Slaanesh falls to his scythe... Mortarion guarantees that Eldar will also cease to exist.

As the only false god among the four gods with a clearly recorded awakening time, Slaanesh may not be as persistent as Nurgle. He is too deeply bound to Eldar and suffered a severe injury ten thousand years ago.

He is more powerful, and more easily destroyed.

Mortarion has already figured out a preliminary plan for dealing with Slaanesh, but only if he can get out of Nurgle's Garden and gain the Eldar's help.

Moreover... on the path to confronting Slaanesh, Mortarion believed... he should perhaps also be wary of another ambitious demigod.

……emperor.

And then...and then...that was it.

During their journey through the garden, unrest broke out within the Eldar. They mistakenly believed Mortarion was incapable of continuing the fight and urged Isha to hastily depart with them.

Then they all fell into the eternal stagnation of the corrupt heavens.

……

A breath, a minute, an hour, a year... a thousand years... until that verdant wind blew into the stagnant garden, and time began to run wildly again.

He should team up with the Greenskins...

...not Eldar.

But the old friend has returned—his former comrade-in-arms, commander, logistics manager, canteen raider, spiritually glorious Macragian, eternal son of Barbarus… In short… that being has finally returned.

Go and kill the god.

Go and truly kill a god.

This was Mortarion's choice.

The construction will be done by future generations; he only needs to lay a stable foundation for them.

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"Killing God."

Hades said, staring at Vox, a subtle sense of oppression emanating from the god of the underworld.

"...Motalian...did all this?"

Hades listened intently to Mortalian's plan; the Primarch had almost completed his first step, and Nurgle had indeed been significantly weakened.

But Hades knew that Mortarion's plan was being carried out while the Empire was still in a mess and he himself was on the verge of losing control.

Along the way, Mortarion must have returned to the Empire twice to put out fires.

Vokes nodded heavily.

"The master... has changed."

"Vokes said wearily,"

"Since you left, so much has happened. An entire vast empire has truly weighed on the Primarchs, even though the Pale Lord believes he doesn't need to manage the empire... but you know..."

Motalian still went to deal with it.

Hades pondered for a moment, then asked, "Vox, what's the situation in the garden now?"

"Nearing the end."

"The corrupt heavens have failed, and a thousand years of preparation have not been in vain," Vox said.

As if remembering something, Vox smiled.

“Wanderer, you don’t need to step in this time. Death Guard can handle the battle on its own.”

It's just that... Mortarion might need some time to "negotiate" with the Eldar.

"We can leave Nurgle aside for now? Then Slaanesh is next?"

Hades asked, and Vox nodded.

“We can also solve your problem,” Vox said, looking at Hades with some concern. “Experience from ten thousand years ago tells us that you are the best person to kill Slaanesh.”

Hades frowned. What happened ten thousand years ago? How did he become the best candidate?

"Why do you say that?" Hades asked. "And what about the emperor... the emperor, the monarch? What is an emperor?"

Vox's expression almost instantly became complicated; his face turned pale.

“This is top secret,” he said slowly. “Only the Primarch knows…and the Emperor…These are the words the Pale Lord wrote before his departure. I don’t know the full story…don’t ask me.”

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Chapter 603 A Trip

"...went to Macurag?"

The scythe gripped the ground, and Mortarian, leaning against the giant scythe, struggled to breathe.

A thick fog had long since formed its own space around him, eroding the mangled limbs lying on the ground.

A hissing sound came from beneath Mortarian's gas mask.

“Killiman isn’t there…he’s in the wrong place…”

The Pale Lord's whisper pierced the mist, and Karas, who was resting beside him, laughed.

"So you finally acknowledge Macragge, Death?"

Mortarian's hazy eyes pierced through the mist, gazing into the distance at the Eldar struggling in the mud.

“The Death Guard is with me… He needs other troops.”

The Primarch lowered his head, as if calculating something in his mind. After seven breaths, Mortarion spoke again.

“My brothers, they must return… I feel the call of the Lord of Mankind…”

Karas gave an awkward laugh.

"Did the gears of fate begin to turn after his return?"

"No,"

Mortarian shook his head as he stood on the conquered garden territory.

"It all began with the decline of the corrupt heaven—this will tell those false gods that their death has come."

However... he still couldn't completely erase Him... Mortarion could only settle for second best and ensure Nurgle's continued decline.

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"How about it?"

Hades said he looked at Calgar across from him, the Ultra Warrior in finely crafted armor, his face serious.