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

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No...no no no no...A desperate smile tugged at the corner of the Pale Lord's lips.

Blind as he was, he stared at the dark, tarnished Cartier.

A world without psionic beings... has arrived... and the wizards he hated are gone...

All the filth and garbage... die with him...

A dying gurgling sound came from Mortarian's throat, but he didn't utter a sound—

boom! ! !

The Primarch's massive body crashed to the ground with a deafening roar.

Everything fell silent, everything turned dark—no, it should be said, the souls fell silent.

Only the flames remained, burning silently.

The physical world continues to operate stably; warships continue to sail before the collapsed armor and shattered glass.

The exhaust fan was still roaring as it worked.

Further away, the Cadia burned, still slowly rotating at its predetermined speed.

All the chaos in the Supreme Heaven was swallowed up and ceased to exist. The king, kneeling on the ground, shed golden tears as fierce flames burned fiercely, and the black tide stopped before him.

"His ha...ha...ha..."

On the Black Stone Throne, Hades, his body crackling with black lightning, gasped for breath. He slumped down, barely supporting himself on the black stone chair. He felt his own existence grow immense—vast and expansive—he “saw” those beings, but Hades saw that they had not disappeared.

Is that Neos...? When did he become so powerful...?

Hades was puzzled. In the midst of intense pain, he devoured the chaotic pieces of corpse on the ground, expanding erratically as he chased after the fleeing cowards.

He eroded the golden light surrounding human souls, but did not touch their core. The golden light slowly dissipated, and soon, darkness seeped in—

"All right!"

"Tarasin shouted, and yanked the gate back up!"

"hiss!!!"

Hades, who was forcibly supported by the Black Domain, suddenly collapsed. He gasped for breath like a drowning man, his remaining pupils dilated, staring blankly at the sky, his little remaining consciousness fading away.

But... it seems he didn't kill those innocent people?

Hades' consciousness faded, and in his blurred vision, Tarasin came up to him, shaking him and shouting, "Don't fall asleep!"

No, he's too sleepy.

Hades then fell asleep.

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Minor follow-up:

Mortarian awoke to a commotion.

He opened his eyes and saw the uneasy Guilliman and Angron. The Pale Lord remained silent. He straightened up, turned his head, and saw Vox, whose face had been cut in half, and the silent Karas.

The magic circle beneath Mortarion told him that he had been temporarily resummoned.

[Prepare the boat, I'm going to Cadia.]

Mortalian was exhausted. He had forgotten how he had gotten rid of Guilliman and Angron. All he remembered was stumbling off the Death Guard's airship and standing on the only intact patch of land in Kadia.

At this moment, only one hour had passed since the end of time.

Before him, the dilapidated black stone tower was slowly operating, maintaining order after the tide had receded.

Warp creatures found it even harder to move here. Mortarion gritted his teeth and staggered step by step toward the entrance to the Blackstone Obelisk—he wanted to ask that damned alien—why? Why?!

boom!

Mortarian fell to the ground, a tremendous sense of rejection pressing down on him. He crawled on his hands and knees until he reached the entrance to the Black Stone Obelisk.

He saw Tarachin operating the machine to lift a familiar figure.

【you……】

The alien turned its head, its eyes flashing with light.

"See you later."

damn it……

Mortarian fainted.

He was banished back to the warp once again.

Let me catch my breath... then I'll write the end-of-reading summary... *spits out*

End of Volume Summary

well……

...I'm so tired!

Finally, finally I've arrived here, finally finished writing the Great Rebellion... (collapses) (foams at the mouth) (faints)

Before I even started writing this volume, I had already planned how I would end it: I would shout as soon as I finished, "I've finally finished writing The Great Rebellion!"

But after I finished writing it... all I could think about was one word.

"tired"

Too tired

He was so exhausted that he almost fainted and died.

……worn out……

Okay... let's not talk about how tired I am yet, let me apologize by kneeling down first.

(Sprinting) (Lightning-fast knee slide) (Sliding on the concrete) (Taking out the rose from his mouth)

sorry!

I've tried my best to write the Great Rebellion, but I know myself that this volume is definitely somewhat below par... Just wait and see how I explain... no... my excuses...

Let me first report on the results.

Before I started the Great Rebellion volume, this book had around 9,000 followers, an average of 13,000 subscriptions, and the highest subscription... haha, I forgot.

By the time this volume was completed, the book had around 4,000 to 5,000 followers and an average subscription of over 14,000. During the years when I stopped updating due to illness, the average subscription reached 15,000, and the highest subscription was 29,000.

As of now, this book has 99,000 followers.

First of all, thank you to everyone who has read this far!

YAY!!!!

Thank you for your unwavering support. Thank you for continuing to read despite my abysmal update schedule. Thank you for allowing me to finish this chapter even though the main character's perspective is lacking in the ensemble cast!

Come on! Little Lamp, kowtow to Big Fire!

(Sprint) (Kneeling slide)

Damn it, let's go, ignore it!

Bang!

Alright! (Stands up) (Brushes dust off his head)

Ahem, (coughs twice seriously)

Now let's get down to business. I'm going to ramble a bit, no, I mean, talk about my thought process regarding this volume.

Actually, I had already gone crazy quite a bit before starting the Great Rebellion volume.

I practically went crazy, grabbing anyone I could discuss the plot with. I'd run up to any innocent passerby and burst into tears, crying that I was doomed, that my book was going to collapse, and that someone should give me a break so I wouldn't have to face the fact that my writing had gone wrong.

A major rebellion is very difficult.

There weren't many precedents before me.

There aren't even many precedents for 30k, hh.

The official update for the Great Rebellion was only completed after me... (wiping sweat)

I conceived countless storylines, overturned and reconstructed countless plots, and painfully pondered them every night before I died...

Finally, I have to admit it.

I need to take the main character offline so that the story's logic can continue.

The saying "A tree that stands out in the forest will surely be felled by the wind" perfectly encapsulates the problem our protagonist faces.

He's too good, and his taunting effect is off the charts, so the four gods must prioritize attacking him.

But after the main character's death, I was forced to confront another problem.

If the main character is gone, who should I write about?

Ugh... ...

So I started to scrap the outline and rewrite it.

But after countless deductions... I eventually came back to my original plan.

He shakily pulled out the knife he had used to stab the protagonist.

Okay, you should try it out first.

I drafted four scenes, and they were all performed fairly standardly. As you can see, they are:

[The Fall of Hades] - Kill the protagonist!

The Second Reich – The Primarchs’ Amazing Maneuvers.

【The Fool's Heart】—In the original work, the beginning of every tragedy must be a separate scene! I said it!

[Cardia Stands Tall] - The ARAM tournament is over... 40k kills...

The outline has basically been completed.

Actually, I was very flustered. When I opened this book, I was completely panicked.

Because no matter which way I go, I can't avoid ensemble casts, but my book wasn't originally an ensemble cast story, so this is not a good idea, but really, there's no other way.

In the end, I chose the group portrait style for this volume.

In the first act, I was very flustered and didn't perform well at the beginning. However, after the main character appeared and I found my rhythm, the writing went quite well.

Some unpleasant things happened in the real world, but they didn't affect my mood.

Act Two, the protagonist! My protagonist! What happened to you?!

I was practically terrified. Seriously, I'm a coward, and this innovative writing style gave me the creeps.

As a result, I didn't perform very well in this volume. I was rushing to finish it, and the data I lost confirmed this.

Actually, in this volume, the six people from the two empires can create quite a few wonderful chemical reactions. If you really wanted me to write it, I could write 500,000 words.

But because they were in such a panic, they had to rush through the plot.

Act III was relatively short in my outline, and since all the foreshadowing for the Magnus storyline had already been laid out, all I had to do was reveal it, so my writing went quite smoothly.

In my outline, the great rebellion has two climaxes: one is the protagonist's first act, and the other is Little Ma's strategist entering the game and winning by a hair's breadth.

Little Ma completed the task I assigned him admirably and logged off happily.

In the fourth act, I died suddenly in reality. It was the flu, finals, and a big assignment, so it was game over. As a result, some of my writing was delayed, or it was still too superficial.

I myself felt that I was at my limit, and I was basically writing on my last breath, with my only thought being that I had to finish this story.

I really, really am not good at writing tragedies.

I'm so tired that I've thought countless times—should I just end it here on hh? That way, I can at least say I've finished telling a story.

But in the process of fighting with my own thoughts, I still felt that hh couldn't be stopped, and had to continue somehow.

So I forced myself to write it down.

The final rebellion ending was also created with a heavy heart. I was also very confused because I felt that I had said everything I could say—but the word count and pacing still couldn't be improved.

To put it simply, my previous chapter, "Motalian's Revenge on Koz," only used seven thousand words.