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

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I need to survive first.

The Deceiver looked at the earth that was beginning to burn fiercely, the black stone cage to which He was attached began to disintegrate, and He heard the roar of the Burners and the Tyranids shrieking in the flames.

You shouldn't be called Hades; that's a civilization and meaning imposed on you by a lower being.

The fraudsters said,

[Just as they insist on calling me that, you should call me...]

[The Great Devourer.]

Yay! That's it!

Chapter 589 Eat? Why aren't you eating?

On the throne, a figure wearing a crown held a scepter.

On the scepter, the psychic energy of the deceiver pulsates.

A deep meaning flowed in his eyes.

+No...+

He spoke softly, seemingly uninterested in the farce unfolding in the garden before him.

Those in power seem confident.

Out-of-control Mortalian, out-of-control Sanguielles, out-of-control...

+...it? +

It's been underestimated.

He only needs a little guidance, a little opportunity... he doesn't even need external guidance... to awaken from the Star God's dream... he just needs a little time to adapt... and this opportunity was planted ten thousand years ago.

...He simply needs to awaken from the Star God's dream...He has consumed too much chaos...Go see his kin...Let Him see his choice...Will he choose to awaken...?

Let's see if He can collect the interest.

A smile appeared on the king's lips.

Existences that cannot be bound by the laws of subspace, and controllers of the laws of physics, can only be restrained by their fragile, vulnerable, yet incredibly profound selves.

That being... is also like this...

Self-deception.

The emperor gave a disdainful smile.

He remembered the man who had told him, "Since you've come all this way," in the dragon's cave years ago.

At that moment, He knew... that the tyrant was right.

So, what would you choose, Hades?

..............................

At the dining table, Hades paused.

He blinked, peered over the fraudster, and seemed to sense that the altered Mona Lisa across the table was smiling at him.

....................................

The scorched earth cracked open, and the entire world trembled violently. Dark clouds pressed down, and amidst the pitch blackness, a raging electric dragon lashed its tail.

The earth breathed fire, and mottled patterns pierced the darkness from bottom to top. Lava churned, and the entire planet seemed to be torn apart by a tremendous force, revealing its scorching and churning core.

Before the true fury of nature, before the physical laws that truly govern this universe, the vast and numerous Tyranids are now like ants...

No, at this moment, every living being is like an ant.

The wonder of a war machine is the size of an entire city, but on the scale of a planet, it is merely a drop in the ocean.

The plundering by the Great Devourer Tyrannosaurus and the extermination of brutal humans were merely tearing off a thin layer of the planet's surface.

The planet continues to slowly and steadily revolve around the star, for thousands of years, for tens of thousands of years. Perhaps only humans from the past, or ancient races that have been sleeping for thousands of years, have the ability to completely destroy a planet.

Or perhaps, in subspace, a planet composed of enormous creatures.

The wars we see today are nothing more than small skirmishes on the surface of a planet.

Planets, on the other hand, remain soulless and mindless entities created by the laws of physics.

—The true darling of physical reality sets foot on this scorched earth.

Amidst the frantic attempts of the Tyranids to maintain their balance, and amidst the collapsing ruins, the black stone creations, shimmering with a faint green light, emitted a hissing sound as if they were disintegrating.

A blazing, bright flame erupted, burning with a frenzied rage, its intensity far surpassing that of a star, unleashing a torrent of energy.

In the blink of an eye, billions of Tyrannosaurus Rex were instantly engulfed in the vast sea of ​​fire.

A giant of fire rose up.

A piercing scream of pain echoed through time and space. He had been imprisoned long enough, long enough for his consciousness to shatter. His inner desires burned like fire—the Burner, known as the most cruel star god.

He rejoiced in the annihilation of life in the fire, burning—burning!!!

Amidst the crimson expanse, fragments of golden silk flashed by. Through language, the deceiver had already driven the Burner mad. It was a sizable fragment, the spear in His hand wreathed in flames.

The Deceiver has long desired to witness such a war: a hybrid of Nightbringers and Void Dragons... and a fragment of Him, a clash between darkness and fire.

You feel hungry.

The fraudster said this was said to both parties.

In the distance, darkness rolled like mist, and emerald lightning flashed between the mists, causing space to twist and distort eerily, like tentacles that meandered greedily.

The Burner let out a broken hiss, its flames roaring, its burning eyes staring into the darkness.

The Burner reached out into the darkness beyond.

Fireworks billowed, the gravitational field fluctuated, and spacetime distorted. Amidst the swirling flames, the monster lurking in the darkness was forced to reveal its true form.

At the dining table, the fraudster watched with satisfaction as the Great Devourer put down its cutlery.

Hades' eyes held no light, which reminded him of the Night Bearers, the eternally hungry god of death, never satisfied, never satiated, feeding on pain and despair.

Ah... that was also the most easily persuaded star god, the most powerful star god, the most greedy star god, the monster most thirsting for power, the god of death...

Flames shone in from a corner of the restaurant, accompanied by billowing smoke.

[I suppose you've never actively sought out and savored fine food, my friend?]

A dazzling green arc of electricity shot up as the Deceiver watched as Hades hastily rose to his feet, and in his hand, silvery-white living metal solidified into the shape of a long scythe.

The Deceiver watched this scene with great interest. The authority of the Void Dragon and the authority of the Nightbringer interfered with each other, ultimately resulting in this scene: the Great Devourer used the metal of the Void Dragon to condense the Nightbringer's scythe.

So where has His authority gone?

Fraud.

A shimmering metallic sheen rose on the face of the fraudster, who chuckled as he realized what amused him: that he, a man, was using his authority to deceive the alien race that had been established ten thousand years ago against the star god.

Acrid flames swirled around the walls, and the Deceiver tapped the table, causing the entire illusory space to distort according to His will—

The Great Illusion—this is not Hades' subconscious, but an illusion created by fraudsters imitating Hades' dreams.

And these shabby buildings... it was thanks to that arrogant warp creature that the fraudster was able to know what Hades' dream was really like.

...arrogant, foolish and unaware of their own ignorance.

Flames rise, devour, devour, devour the fragments that do not belong to Him.

This is a secret communication between star gods, a realm incomprehensible to lower-dimensional beings.

The Star Gods are components of reality, carrying energy, time, and space. They are not material beings, but greed and arrogance led them to embark on a path of self-destruction.

Or rather, even gods cannot suppress their desires.

With the help of the Fearful Ones, the Star Gods, originally energy beings, acquired metallic bodies, which also meant that they transformed from the intangible to the tangible, becoming touchable and destructible.

But the star gods didn't think too much about it; they were immersed in the deliciousness of souls, craving the ultimate devouring.

Thus, they abandoned the bland and tasteless days of the past.

Devouring brings power to the star gods, the integration of countless rules, and the hybridization of disordered laws.

The more it devours, the more chaotic it becomes.

When powers of different attributes merge into one, chaos and madness are inevitable. But the star gods, driven by their appetites, had not yet realized this before they were shattered by their former slaves.

But as the first jackal god to incite his own kind to devour each other, the Deceiver revels in witnessing all the chaos and madness.

Even the ones that are devoured do not truly disappear.

The distorted afterimages, swallowed up, shrieked beside the Star Gods, neither alive nor dead, bringing them new madness day and night.

The more chaotic the things that are devoured, the easier it is to fall into the abyss of chaos due to the incompatibility between powers.

It has already devoured three different Star God fragments.

One more, two more mixed up... Unlike other fragments whose independent consciousness has been completely worn away, the fraudster still retains a powerful sense of self.

To devour it...to replace it...or...to be devoured by it...to slowly replace it.

The Ship of Thetesus.

Compared to the gods of the subspace, the star gods, who are not affected by the laws of physics and are driven solely by desire and malice, appear to be more pure.

This fragment of the Deceiver wants to become the Great Devourer's eternal nightmare.

He will be swallowed up, becoming a speck in the chaotic background, whispering in its ear, letting His authority permeate it, forging it into a true monster in reality and the warp.

Replace it piece by piece.

Guide it through the gaps in consciousness...

Until the largest piece of the fraudster plucked the heavy fruit.

Drive it mad, plunge it into an eternal desire, slowly permeate it until it becomes weak as a result.

……hunger……

But first, He will consume it. The deceiver is enticing the burner, and whether it is war or the subsequent devouring, it will disrupt the already precarious balance.

The Great Devourer raised its scythe.

Before the rolling darkness, flames swayed, strong winds blew, magma churning from the depths of the earth surged upwards, thick yellow steam rose, and a fire dragon pierced the heavens and earth, violently tearing through the rolling clouds.

Darkness and flames divide the sky, and the planet itself becomes a battlefield and a weapon. Under the authority of the star god, this planet is slowly cracking and melting, like a chocolate ball falling into hot soup.

Heavenly fire and earthly fire descended together, gravitational and electromagnetic fields were manipulated at will, the massive earth's crust cracked open piece by piece, the ocean boiled, slowly rose upwards, turning into a corner of black cloud, ions pulsated, and thunder dragons lit up.

This is not a war that lower life forms can comprehend.

The surviving greens screamed in terror as they fell into the cracks in the earth along with the rubble, or were pulled up by the chaotic gravitational field and thrown into the sky.

But the subspace connections here have become so thin that these greenskins quickly fell into slumber.

The vast numbers of Tyranids still struggle on the earth.

On this crumbling planet, they are truly ants.

The uneven earth's crust tore the Insect Saint's body apart. The enormous Tyrannosaurus was stuck between the mountains, its fluids splashing out and rapidly evaporating under the high temperature. The next moment, the active earth's crust swallowed their corpses.

The chaotic gravitational field tugged at the earth, the ocean, and the sky. Above the atmosphere, the surviving Terran fleet began to scream, but was futilely held back by the gravitational field and plunged into the battlefield of lava and darkness.

They lost their lives the moment they came into contact with darkness.

Death's gaze is fixed on them; this is death on a physical level.

This is a battle between star gods.

Or... add some more prerequisites.

The Deceiver hides within His illusion, a larger, more complete fragment of the Burner, in a battle between a Great Devourer that has consumed many Star Gods.

After being shattered into pieces by slaves, the gods, who fell from their pedestals, lost too much.

Their power was scattered, their memories shattered; they were like children with immense strength, yet unable to truly use it.

The scythe in Hades' hand gleamed with a cold light.

The flames illuminated his face hidden in the darkness, and in a daze, he recalled his long past, when he had once faced a star god... That time, something stood between him and that god of death.

At that time, he was still weak.