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

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Under the careful control of the Lord of Humanity, the Lord of the Underworld, who devours unclean faith, will never surpass the power of the Lord of Humanity.

At the same time, the Emperor can throw all of humanity's faith into Hades at any time, instantly illuminating a small black hole in the warp.

Now, even after the battle of Kadia, the power of the Four Gods and the Emperor is enough to overwhelm the Dark Realm.

But... what if the power of the spirit race's faith were added to those prayers directed towards Hades?

The ancient Spirit Race was a race that created an entire Spirit God Kingdom with the power of its own people. Even after their demise, the power of their faith should not be underestimated.

This is why the emperor despised the Spirit Race.

Foreign races must be eradicated—but for the sake of a great cause, he had to tolerate them.

And now, the number one bastard of the galaxy, who has been resurrected from the Eldar's fall, is doing something a billion times more shameless than what the Eldar are doing.

Just as the Emperor used the Dark Realm to purify humanity's faith, Slaanesh is also using the Underworld... to eliminate its own disharmony.

He went even further, in his use of the "fools," Slaanesh went even further than the Emperor.

The emperor on the throne was engulfed in flames, his anger reaching the heavens.

Slaanesh inherently possesses a tendency to pursue extreme indulgence and self-destruction, but just as Nurgle, who once ruled over death, merely chose to be reborn after countless deaths—

Gods are slaves to their own authority, but the god himself is also another shackle.

Within the bounds of their own authority and their divine status, the four Chaos Gods ruled their respective territories for countless eons, peacefully and undisturbed.

Until the god named Slaanesh decided to perform a frenzied self-sacrifice.

He will break free from the constraints of his own "divine" nature and conform to his own wild concepts.

How...how wonderful!

The youngest lady, panting softly, gazed at the rapidly flowing ghost water beneath her feet and couldn't help but stroke herself.

He laughed, he laughed joyfully.

Only He, this is something only He could do—like a gift specially bestowed upon Him by this exquisite destiny.

The bloodthirsty madman on the brass throne is not suitable, nor is the weak, fat man in the lush garden (unless He is completely devoured by the Lord of the Underworld and granted absolute death, but then He would also disappear), nor is the rambling madman in the ever-changing labyrinth worthy of the title.

Even emperors are not worthy.

Is Hades a power unique to humankind?

Slaanesh gave the same answer as the Eldar: no.

Only He, Slaanesh, could dance freely with Hades, could dance with death. The irrational Lord of the Underworld held His hand tightly, hoping to kill Him completely with every step, while He nimbly retreated, enjoying the thrill of being only a moment away from death with each step the Lord of the Underworld took.

With each step, He will become weaker and more powerless, but at the same time, He will become purer and stronger.

As long as he doesn't die, as long as he remains in that chair, Slaanesh will never lose out.

Even if the other party is not willing—fortunately, it has already lost its rationality!

This is an opportunity for the Eldar, and also an opportunity for the Slaanesh!

Watch closely, whether it's the Emperor or Tzeentch—

This is the correct way to use Hades!

Slaanesh happily removed the veil that covered him, letting the layers of gauze dance into the dark waters.

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[Unrelated Mini-Theater]

"vomit--"

Inside the bathroom, Hades collapsed in front of the toilet, vomiting violently.

Behind him stood the Emperor, his face etched with worry. The Lord of Mankind crouched behind Hades, patting his back from time to time.

Even Macado, who usually enjoyed mocking Hades, remained silent, leaning against the wall with his scepter in his arms, a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

The long, painful, and agonizing vomiting finally stopped.

Hades weakly raised his head, his face blank, and said shakily,

"...Holy crap..."

His eyes were vacant, as if recalling some painful scene. "Holy shit...d..."

Hades, with his detached expression, ultimately did not utter the word describing genitals.

Makado, who had been silent all along, finally spoke, and the old man, unable to bear it any longer, pulled down his hood.

"You must understand, this is what the Dark Prince is like."

Hades turned his head in disbelief and stared at Macado, but the wise old man had already pulled up his hood.

"...No...there's more than one..."

Hades muttered to himself, his face contorted in pain, "It's still Fugen's face."

A crack appeared on the majestic face of the emperor behind him.

"Let's change the subject,"

The Lord of Humanity rarely speaks.

“You should be glad that you didn’t have a fixed form at the time; to Him, you were a matter of life and death to touch.”

Hades's desire to end his life rang out again as he continued to retch, clutching the toilet, seemingly hoping to expel everything Slaanesh had thrown into the Dark Realm.

"I'd rather go to Nurgle Garden and eat shit."

Hades said in despair, "At least I know that stuff is fermented pus and excrement."

As for the existence of Slaanesh within the sixth ring... that's unclear.

Hades retched again, this time while holding the toilet.

Only now does he understand—he's called "the Merciful One" because he eats all sorts of garbage, right?

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Hades, who was vomiting, seemed to understand why the Emperor so vehemently opposed humans praying to him.

That's it! Great!

Chapter 506 If Slaanesh really just wanted to rank up, that would be great. Wait, does He really want to rank up?

It was a gloomy afternoon. Sitting on his throne, watching Slaanesh exploit the Dark Realm, the emperor would recall the day they spoke freely atop the burning Prospero.

At that time, Hades, who still possessed reason, had tears in his eyes (Neo couldn't tell whether those were genuine emotions or tears Hades shed simply for dramatic effect).

Hades said with deep emotion,

“Nyos, Makado, I haven’t had a single good day since I arrived here,”

"From this I realized that suffering is endless."

"This damn, rotten world will always have a moment when you think you've reached the end of the road—"

Hades paused, and the Emperor thought he was recalling the scene of supporting Angron.

"They've come up with a new mess."

"Yes," thought Neos, sitting on his throne with golden flames burning in his eyes, as he looked towards the distant Six Desires Palace.

Suffering was endless, both for him and for Hades.

and,

He heard the angry cries and roars from the distant highest heavens.

In Hades' words, the world's messes are endless.

After witnessing Slaanesh waiting in the Circle of Pleasure, the three angry gods immediately understood that Slaanesh was using this opportunity to break free from his own constraints—so that he could become stronger in his future self.

They discard some of the additional powers that conflict with their core authority in exchange for purer power, greater room for growth, and a freer future.

Perhaps Slaanesh thought the same thing at first.

but……

Here's a new question.

That is, will Slaanesh, who values ​​stimulation and is undergoing a major transformation, change his mind halfway through?

If it were one of the other three gods, the chances would be extremely slim.

—But that is sin.

Can someone who craves thrills truly control the proportion of their involvement in the dark world?

Will He change his mind halfway through and throw himself entirely into this terrifying death waltz in exchange for the continuation of the ultimate thrill?

No god, not even Slaanesh himself, has a definite answer to this question.

The key to deducing a chess game lies in understanding the opponent's interests and needs, and then making deductions and predictions.

Unfortunately, even the Emperor and Tzeentch could not have foreseen Slaanesh's madness.

On the path Slaanesh chose for himself, if he were to make even one wrong step in his dance, what awaits him, and what awaits most of the High Heaven, is utter annihilation.

And this madman was enjoying it.

Perhaps He initially intended it for a grander "greater cause," but as the waltz of death progressed, a madman's temporary change of heart seemed perfectly natural.

It's time to pray.

Pray that before they lead the fool away, Slaanesh will not, under the influence of pleasure and desire, choose to leap directly into the air.

A surge of desperate, furious power emanated from the warp, emanating from Tzeentch, Khorne, and Nurgle.

Golden light burst forth from around the golden figure on the throne.

Regardless of whether this was Tzeentch's plan or not,

But in the end, the emperor chose to step down.

Above Kadia, Hades, whose physical body still remained, had a faint flicker of the Emperor's finger bone in his neck, amidst the boundless River Styx.

Blood spilled from the emperor's mouth.

Unfortunately, Tzeentch is no longer able to cheer for the Emperor's demise.

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~Beautiful~Wonderful~The River of Oblivion, so enchanting~~

He hummed softly, and the youngest lady felt herself melting away, dissolving into that beautiful water of the underworld.

A tattered, mangled body lay languidly on the bed, blood flowing from the skinless flesh.

The bed was enveloped in intense purple light, which was moving downwards at an incredible speed, as if offering itself as a sacrifice.

It was because of the presence of the purple light that the bed was floating on the dark river water—but even with the blessing of the youngest lady's divine power, it was still slowly and steadily sinking into the black river.

Good heavens—it's horribly inhuman.

Slaanesh thought to himself, and casually stretched out his newly healed hand, letting it hang down from the bedside, teasing Styx.

The River Styx, which had been focused on devouring the entire palace, rippled for a moment, and a small wave leaped up, precisely piercing through the second knuckle of Slaanesh's finger.

Without a moment's hesitation, His severed finger fell into the river and disappeared without a sound.

With no time to spare, Slaanesh withdrew his hand and began to gnaw on the severed finger of his current body.

Even if His physical body could remain there for a nanosecond?

He blinked in bewilderment, staring at the towering dome of the pleasure ring, upon which were countless exquisite giant paintings drawn with stained glass and bodily fluids. The men and women who were seeking pleasure were all staring at Him at the same time, as if asking about the end of this pleasure-seeking.

The River Styx slowly rose up the wall, swallowing the exquisite human figures and revealing the empty, chaotic High Heaven beyond.

He sensed the angry stares, and the Dark Prince chuckled.

He felt a rare and unusual stimulation.

I haven't felt this way in a long time.

The war between gods is endless, and under the baptism of infinite time, it means repetition, unchanging, and monotonous.

Now, their anger truly delights the youngest lady.