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

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Luo Jia left first, followed by Makado. Fu Gen wanted to follow Luo Jia, but the old man pressed his scepter behind him.

“You come with me, Fugen.”

It seems they have different destinations. Luo Jia and Abaddon headed towards the reception room of the Vengeance Soul, while Makado and Fugen followed a psionicist deeper into the Vengeance Soul.

“We’re going to perform the summoning ritual,” Macardo said solemnly. “We must succeed on the first try.”

Fugen looked up and saw the purple flames flickering on the old man's scepter.

"You..." the Primarch said with difficulty, "You've acquired a portion of His power?"

“Slaanesh,” Macado said bluntly, “my child, you don’t need to be so afraid of Him now; He is no longer the same.”

Makado waved his scepter, and the purple flames on it burned even brighter.

“They welcome our actions in dividing His territory, even…” Macardo, walking ahead, glanced at Fugen, his gaze unlike any other, which Fugen found unfamiliar.

“It is not impossible for a new god to replace Slaanesh.”

"You want to—" Fugen's words trailed off, his voice trembling, "Me?"

Makado shook his head and spoke expressionlessly.

"The check is tempting, but no one can swallow it."

"We don't plan to do that."

Fugen breathed a sigh of relief. "No, I absolutely will not—become that kind of being."

"You should probably take a look at Mortarian later."

Makado said casually that the profane black marks were beginning to climb up the corridor, which proved they were almost there.

Makado kicked away the screaming Nurgle on the ground, stepped over the pool of blood, waved away the scattered bird feathers, and watched the broken chandeliers groan above them as they entered a side room prepared next to the hall.

Fugen's breathing paused for a second.

He saw that possible version of himself—he saw two, completely different Alphas.

"Long time no see, kid."

Makado calmly addressed the scarlet Alpha among them.

"Excuse me, could you please go and make the preparations? I'd like to have a talk with Alpha."

The other, even more bulky Alpha turned to the side, gesturing for Fugen to follow him. Fugen felt a chill run down his spine. Was Macado really a good person? He couldn't help but wonder again.

As if sensing the Primarch's confusion, Macardo sighed and looked wearily at Fugen.

“I know you have a lot of confusion right now. In fact, your father really did consider giving up on you—but you have proven yourself.”

Macardo extended his hand, gesturing for Fugen to reach out. The Primarch hesitated for a moment before extending his hand.

Before them, the red-helmeted Alpha silently watched them.

Macardo turned his head, his eyes unreadable as he looked at Alpha, but then looked back at Fugen, his pupils meeting Fugen's eyes—Fugen saw—

【Aa ...

Fugen screamed as he saw, amidst the flames, Macardo's soul being devoured by the purple flames.

A massive, chaotic, and disordered force assaulted the psychic's soul!

Macado calmly released his hand.

"We've decided to save you."

Makado said, "Fortunately, most of your value has already been taken, so even the most greedy being won't look at you."

Fugen was doubled over in pain, panting heavily. His eyes, clouded by disheveled hair, looked erratically at Macardo. He managed to squeeze out a few words: "Give...me...give it to me now."

Macardo remained silent. The Uncrowned King lowered his scepter and touched the Primarch's outstretched hand. Purple flames dripped down the scepter and quickly climbed up Fugen's arm.

Fugen took a deep breath, anticipating the impending pain, but unexpectedly, there was no pain, no tearing.

The silver-haired Primarch straightened up in disbelief. He looked at the still calm Macado, opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Macado before he could speak.

"Alright, let's go in. We don't have much time left."

Makado glanced at the door indifferently. "Let's go."

Fuggen trembled. He wanted to say something, but through Macardo's soul, the Primarch seemed to have glimpsed the truth. Finally, Fuggen moved his lips. "Thank you."

Macardo waved his hand dismissively, and Omega led Fugen into the hall.

The old man coughed and turned to look at Alpha.

"I don't recall ever teaching you these things?"

Makado said calmly.

His only response was an angry roar. Alpha, now blessed by the Blood God, charged towards Macardo, and the next second, Macardo was grabbed by the neck and slammed against the wall!

"Old man!" The stench of blood sprayed onto Makado's face.

Macardo raised an eyebrow.

"Since you've already become a believer in the Blood God, then—shall we have a fight?"

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When did things reach this point?

Makado didn't know.

【die!!!】

The blood spear whistled past my ear!

Macado turned his head, a few strands of white hair splashing out. He pushed off the wall with his feet and leaped into the air like a nimble ape. Snap! The hunched old man stood on the blood spear, his scepter dancing in the air, casting a golden phantom.

Blood Red Alpha yanked his spear, but Macado's staff was a step ahead of him!

Bang! A heavy, muffled sound of metal colliding rang out, and Makado immediately leaped up again. The old man, who was usually slow in his movements, was now as agile as an ape!

Bang! Another blow!

The blood spear thrust again towards Makado, who was falling through the air. Just as the spear was about to pierce him—a faint light appeared at the soles of Makado's feet, and a small magic circle lit up from beneath the old man's feet.

As if stepping on solid ground, Makado used the magic circle to push off and dodge the raging blood spear. The old man lowered his center of gravity and smoothly crouched and crawled on the ground, his scepter lashing out at the Primarch's foot like a whip!

Tall people are most afraid of this move—

A dazzling golden light enveloped the old man's hand, which he used with practiced ease. "Psionic power boost, kid!"

BANG!!

One more blow!

The crimson Alpha flickered, but quickly regained its footing. Against Macado, even the Primarch's reaction speed wasn't fast enough.

As the spear thrust downwards, Macado immediately rolled away to dodge, while at the same time, his scepter darted in and out, constantly disrupting Crimson Alpha's movements.

Alpha roared in anger. The Primarch raised the Blood Spear and pulled it apart with both hands. The spear immediately split in the middle, and a strange dimensional rift wrapped in blood energy appeared. The split spear transformed into two short swords in the Primarch's hands.

Blood Red Alpha wielded his twin swords, and the shortened attack range allowed for more flexible attack methods, increasing the Primarch's speed.

Macado's eyes flickered, and he immediately moved away, stepping back with one hand raised—aiming at the giant chandelier on the ceiling.

Golden light burst forth from the old man's hand, and at the same time, the enormous crystal chandelier on the ceiling crashed down with a deafening roar!

The crimson Alpha suddenly looked up, raising its arm to try and catch the cascading crystal waterfall. A burst of dazzling starlight erupted. Without hesitation, Macado raised his hand, golden light flashing at his fingertips, causing all the furniture in the room to float slightly—

Macado clenched his fist! Ten people sat on a long sofa, a solid wood desk, a bookcase covering an entire wall, a marble clock... and smashed it towards the figure in the center of the crystal waterfall!

Bang bang bang!

Golden flames burned in Makado's eyes as the old man stared menacingly at the person amidst the flying debris.

As if sensing something, Makado extended his right hand forward, palm open, fingers slightly bent, pupils constricting—

Bang!!! A deafening sonic boom rang out!

The tip of the short sword trembled as it pressed against Macado's nose, while his outstretched right hand now firmly grasped the sword that Alpha had thrown!

Before Makado could react, the dense blood energy on the sword split into eight crimson snakes, which snaked down from the short sword, wrapped around the old man's arm, hissed, bared their fangs, and pierced into his flesh.

Makado's pupils twitched, and the old man's body began to tremble.

The power of Khorne... a surge of bloodlust burned in Macado's eyes.

When did you acquire such superb combat skills?

Rough breathing came from among the ruins. Macardo, corrupted by the power of the Blood God, narrowed his eyes, staring at the figure rising in the dust.

A smile appeared on Macado's lips, but it vanished in an instant.

"Your combat skills are nothing special."

The deceased are gone.

At least in the actual battle against Makado, the deceased was truly cunning.

Makado's memory lingered for a moment. Without the pursuit of glory, no one would want to fight the dead in an environment full of obstacles.

Fighting the others... Makado thought, it's still too monotonous.

The smell of blood at the tip of his nose brought him back to the ever-changing battlefield. Macado steadied himself, gritted his teeth, and as the scent of blood filled his mouth, the old man shouted...

"When did you betray the Empire?!"

A loud laugh rang out from the cloud of dust.

What is betrayal? What is loyalty?

Makado's eye twitched almost imperceptibly, and the old man said gravely,

"...I'm starting to favor straightforward, even foolish, people."

I will always remember your teachings... my teacher... I have cherished your memory countless times—

The words stopped abruptly in mid-air, a shockwave ripped through the fog, and the short sword slashed fiercely towards Macado!

[Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull offered to the skull seat!]

The old man, thrown back into memories by the words, saw the rapidly enlarging blood-red Alpha reflected in Makado's pupils. His body trembled slightly as he tried to dodge, but he was ultimately too slow—

The blood-stained sword pierced the heart of a mortal!

Alpha’s bloodthirsty smile cracked slightly, but the Primarch suddenly realized something was wrong. Alpha turned around quickly, but it was too late!

Before him, a phantom formed of psychic energy shattered and transformed into raging flames, instantly igniting golden flames on Alpha's body. Behind Alpha, Macado, who was holding a blood sword in one hand with the tip dragging on the ground and pushing up the messy hair on his forehead with the other, slowly stepped forward.

The sword tip dragged a clear trail of blood on the ground, staining the hem of his white robe crimson.

Macado exhaled a breath of stale air, raised his head contemptuously, tilted his head slightly, and stared at the blood-red Alpha with eyes full of anger.

At this moment, Macado was incredibly sharp.

You have thirteen seconds.

Makado glanced at the blood sword in his hand. The blade had long since become dull and lifeless. The old man stretched out his hand, loosened his grip slightly, and with a clang, the divine weapon fell to the ground, like scrap metal.

Macado's slightly bloodshot eyes returned to Alpha.

As if witnessing a shocking scene, the crimson Alpha coughed, then laughed incredulously as golden flames scorched him, causing him excruciating pain.

I ask you, teacher—what's the difference between you and me?

Makado's pupils contracted sharply. "Is this your answer?"

Alpha laughed, a painful laugh amidst the raging golden flames. His blood-red claws scratched at his mutated head, splattering blood. Alpha spread his arms, and crimson flames erupted. In just a few moments, Alpha's body grew even larger.

【Macado...you once told me something,】

Amidst the roar, mocking words rang out. Through his distorted vision, Alpha saw Macado in front of him. "Macado, is this you? When did you become so arrogant?"

He recalled the early days of his life, the figures sitting on either side of the chessboard, and how Makado always hoped to teach him something through the chessboard.

Makado... are you awake?