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

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But now...everything is different.

power.

He felt power—an elusive sensation he wasn't yet familiar with; gravity was like his arms, and darkness was his breath.

This power... was also obtained through absorption.

He tried to manipulate them, using them as his sickles.

He didn't want to wield his real scythe.

destroy……

...He longed for destruction, devouring, and reaping... He seemed to have made similar promises before.

Hades' will broke free from the shackles of his race, and he began to try to compress gravity, pushing it to its limit...

As gravity contracts, the rocks that floated up around Pluto begin to gather together, squeezed together by gravity to a single point.

He felt exhausted; squeezing the gravity required energy, and he hadn't taken in nearly enough.

When gravity is compressed to its limit... a singularity is formed... and then...

Black hole.

The alluring black rose of the physical world.

Hades paused for a moment.

Something prevented His attempt. He looked at the giant of fire, where darkness and flame were eroding each other, tearing the planet apart. And by Hades's will, he was unwilling to fight the Burning One with his scythe like a true warrior.

War inherently involves endless possibilities.

But the burner was clearly impatient, the flames pressing down on him.

Hades moved forward on a whim.

Space distorted! Like a gust of wind, the darkness of half the sky was pulled forward by a tremendous force, like a fluttering cloak.

Amidst the towering black waves, a long scythe wrapped around an electric dragon pierced through!

Time seemed to slow down dramatically. The Burner roared and spewed flames, and any metal that came near it seemed to melt, softening like wet paper.

However, the electric arcs and black mist were unaffected by the flames. The outer shell that originally covered the metal scythe now resembled the real scythe itself. Pure energy penetrated the fire giant, scattering the flames, but they instantly gathered together even more violently.

The burner roared angrily.

The next moment, countless spears of light rose from the ground, piercing through the darkness!

The blurry face in the darkness was illuminated, revealing Hades's sculpted face, expressionless and devoid of consciousness, with only a bottomless abyss in his black pupils.

The fragments of the Star God began to fight each other.

Within the Great Illusion Realm, the fraudster seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. A black hole...? After creating the black hole, was it confident it could escape from it?

Or was it merely an unconscious experiment? Was it testing its newly discovered capabilities?

A terrifying monster.

It is purely motivated by a desire to annihilate its enemies, leaving no way out... a terrifying method of attack.

The once complete Star Gods may have had the power to destroy galaxies with a snap of their fingers, but with their shattering and sealing, that glory has long been forgotten, and the mad Star God fragments can only clumsily use their abilities, imitating the attack methods of other creatures they have seen.

Attacks like those of the Great Devourer are not common.

Horrible... Horrible...

This further fueled the fraudsters' desires.

Giant mountains spewing magma crashed down, converging upon each other, before crashing into the shadowy Pluto. Beneath the earth, meandering veins of molten metal spewed forth, and a colossal metal serpent leaped from the sea of ​​magma, shattering the mountains!

The deceivers whispered, and illusions appeared in both sides' sight from time to time. The battlefield was sometimes real and sometimes fake, and the fog and flames twisted together.

The scythe swirled and twirled like a phantom, and Hades, now wielding his most proficient weapon, moved with agility and ethereal grace, the scythe formed of solidified metal in his hand constantly shifting and changing shape.

The Burners began to lose ground.

The black mist slowly and steadily swallowed the darkness, the immense force brought the earth together, the rolling magma was concealed deep underground, darkness descended again, and in the gravitational struggle, countless ions accumulated, making the lightning even more violent.

The Burner roared, its red and white eyes filled with fury. The hunter who once enjoyed toying with his prey had become a prisoner. Darkness and thunder pressed closer, absorbing the energy released by the Burner.

He was hungry.

They were constantly hungry.

Finally, atop the mountain peak where the earth's crust arched, he caught Him.

Darkness, like a giant hand clenching, imprisoned and condensed the flames that had once blotted out the sun, making them struggle between its fingers like a pulsating heart of fire.

Hey.

The helmet and boots that had been floating in the air landed, and Hades stood atop the mountain peak, clutching a fiery heart.

Darkness groveled at His feet, and thunder subsided at His fingertips.

The battle is over.

Hades looked around blankly.

The earth, disturbed by the gravitational field, still trembled faintly, and hot, yellowish poisonous gas spewed from the newly closed cracks in the earth's crust, with lines of fire bursting out on them.

The once glorious greenskin civilization has vanished without a trace, and the army of billions of Terrans has turned to ashes. Everything is reduced to ashes, leaving only towering boulders and cracked earth.

"What should I do?"

He was bewildered, and the presence dancing between his fingers scratched at his palm, warm and making him feel thirsty.

He felt hungry.

...devour...

He lowered his head and subconsciously touched the flames with the black domain.

Nothing happened.

After asking me what I was going to do, Hades had a second question.

"How do you eat this?"

He opened his mouth with a slight hesitation and doubt, but inertia and memory held him back; he had never eaten like this before.

He seemed to recall that day underground on Mars—his memory reminded him that he shouldn't have eaten it.

A faint humming sound arose, and a dilapidated shuttle wobbled down. Hades smelled a familiar scent, one that He had once consumed.

He turned his head, hoping to see what it was... that was his former food, and he might devour it without hesitation... simply because that was what he had done before.

The Dark Domain was stirring, but was suppressed by the Black Mist. Both the physical and subspace sides were craving food.

Golden silks rose, and above the blazing heart, the aura of the deceiver emerged.

The figure of a metal giant appeared.

Hades blinked.

He sat by the fire, holding a skewer of roasted horse meat in his hand.

"Eat!"

Karas nudged him. "Why aren't you eating? If you're not going to eat, I will."

The psionicist reached out to grab it, but Hades quickly raised the kebab in his hand and elbowed Karas away.

“Eat,” said Hades. “Why wouldn’t I eat?”

He raised the skewer in his hand, staring at it with a puzzled look. He felt hungry, and the kebab looked so tempting that there was no reason not to try it.

Hesitantly opened his mouth and took the first bite.

It's unfamiliar, and the taste is strange.

That was His first thought, but it smelled so good.

Hades chewed, slowly and preciously, feeling warmth and a rare sense of fullness... but something was wrong.

He heard a loud crackling sound in his ears, like a volcanic eruption.

Hades stopped abruptly, certain that he had never tasted this flavor before.

He frowned, picked up the skewer, and examined it carefully.

Aren't you going to eat?

"Aren't you going to eat, senior Hades?"

Inside the Resilience's mess hall, Pluto sat in the darkness, a bowl of porridge in front of him.

Vox stared at Him with suspicion, as if asking what was wrong with the veteran of today's battle and why he wasn't eating.

"I...um..."

Hades hesitated as he stirred the porridge in his hand; the nutritious porridge that had once brought him comfort began to feel unfamiliar.

[Not hungry?]

You dislike my food?

Herrera pouted in displeasure. "Eat it or don't, Hades."

Hades bowed his head, holding the excessively hot bowl.

His consciousness began to wander, and he fell into endless illusions, the only constant theme being food, food, food—the meager, barely edible white corn, the gruel as white as dishwater, the nutritious porridge on the Resilient, the failed attempts of the Death Guard's baking class, the slag bins next to the Mortalian's apothecary, the Manchu Han Imperial Feast at the Primarch Assembly, the succulent delicacies on Terra, the specialty desserts of Macragge…

Have a bite... have a bite...

Blake stumbled and fell on the cracked earth. Mingzi saw a figure rising from the mountain peak. A metal giant floated beside his father, his eyes obscured by golden silk.

"My Lord—!"

Blake shouted, "My father!!! Hades!!!"

The fraudsters looked at Black with displeasure. No, no, no, they should have appeared when it was at its weakest, after devouring the Burner, and then been devoured themselves, delivering the final blow to its consciousness.

Gravity pinned Black to the earth, and Hades cried out in vain, hoping to awaken Hades' sanity. He had heard stories of Death going out of control—rumors within the Death Guard said that it was Morag and seventy-seven undertakers who sacrificed themselves to awaken Death.

He wants to do something similar.

The voice of the Son of Hades was torn apart by the wind. Above the sky, a fleet that had hastily jumped out appeared, and the Son of Hades battle group arrived late.

Useless.

The fraudsters realized that their arrival was useless and futile.

Even if they hoped to awaken its sanity... they should send someone more familiar with it, perhaps only the Death Guard commander could do that... or the tyrant of the human empire.

The chess game has been decided.

Within the illusion the fraudsters are so confident in, the Great Devourer is inescapable; its past is too deeply intertwined with its feeding, and it cannot resist eating—it is utterly impossible.

As long as it doesn't develop a strong resistance to food, the fraudster has enough time and energy to entangle itself with the Great Devourer's consciousness.

Within the Great Illusion Realm, it will not be averse to food.

Just like those greenskins, just like those Tyranids, the gods cannot hear the words of insects; their defeat is inevitable.

The fraudster had already planned it all out; He would manipulate Hades' will and body, and through those subservient believers, He would return to His peak.

High above, looking at what appeared to be a newly formed planet, Buz remained silent, his face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

On the screen, the Pluto detected by the survey array was clearly not right, as if it had fallen into an illusion.

The fraudster's figure was not shown on the screen. People only saw a stiff Pluto, and Kirkland shouted, trying to immediately send out a swarm of shuttles to meet Pluto.

Do I need to initiate the destruction command?

Buz remained silent as he tried to contact Black, the son of the underworld, on the ground, but all electromagnetic waves were cut off.

Faced with a conscious fragment of a star god, reaching the ground safely seems unrealistic.

The fraudster smiles... Devour... Devour... Be consumed by this boundless appetite...

...You have never resisted food...You are deeply attracted to food...Food is your first priority for survival...Nothing is above this...

Within the subspace, the figure seated on the throne chuckled.

A delicate fragrance wafted through the restaurant.

Hades rested his chin on his hand, watching the food that whetted his appetite emerge from the bowl. For some reason, he always felt a deep familiarity with this scene.