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

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Now, what should Magnus, the prisoner who is not trusted, do?

He didn't even have enough psychic power to turn things around!

Magnus clenched his teeth instinctively, realizing that the Lord of Change had foreseen all of this.

Magnus, deep down, questioned himself, trying to find a way out.

First, he was being monitored by the Lord of All Changes.

He was being monitored by the Lord of All Changes.

Magnus thought to himself, as he examined his own soul, and beside that small, dark crack, he saw a part of himself that he had once paid to the Lord of Change.

He is being monitored and controlled by the Lord of All Changes.

Secondly, Magnus knew part of the future, and he would join forces with Fenris to cast a spell in an attempt to stop the Lord of Change.

He could roughly deduce the future course of events: he joined forces with Fenris to stop the Lord of Change—only to be interrupted by the Wolf King, who was unaware of the truth; the ritual would either fail or succeed.

Even if Magnus explained to Lemanrus, the Wolf King would not believe him.

As for Fenris...

【O Fenris spirit, will you tell Leman Ruth that I am right?】

My child, I'm so sorry, even the coldest winter couldn't bring back a vibrant heart.

Fenris rejected the possibility that it could change Lehman Ruth's mind.

In other words, Magnus thought that the final change and the rope of fate would be tied between him and Riemann Russ.

This is a dynamic, changing, and uncertain end.

The final outcome can only be between him and Riemann Russ.

Magnus told himself.

He thought that, at the same time, Magnus was staring intently at the scar on his soul—the warning from the [Jailer].

Magnus reached out and touched the white cloth tied around his eyes, which was empty. One of his eyeballs had been traded with the Lord of Change, and the other had been given to the Emperor—but now, that eye was on Leman Russ.

【The Soul of Fenris】

Magnus paused for a moment.

Can you guarantee that your offspring, Riemann Russ, will never fall into depravity?

As long as my beloved eldest son remains in his homeland, my blessings will never depart.

Magnus smiled inwardly. Even Leman Russ! He thought to himself, "The emperor's favorite child can still fall into depravity!"

But at least Riemann Russ won't fall into depravity now, that's enough.

Magnus thought that Riemann Russ must remain pure until he reached the endgame.

So... here's the last question.

Can you shelter my soul?

Magnus asked, and without a doubt, he received a negative answer.

+...One end of your destiny has already sunk into His realm; I am powerless to help, my child. +

"Then you dare to entrust your trust to me?"

Fenris remained silent for a long time, and then the planet answered Magnus once more.

The other end of your destiny is still in your own hands; you are one chosen by the harsh winter.

[So what if I seek refuge with "that being"?]

+Magnus, one end of your destiny is no longer in your own hands... While the [Dead] can indeed disrupt our judgment of the future, which is key to our success... the one who is provoking the [Dead] is not as omniscient as you think. +

As if to comfort Magnus, the spirit of Fenris did not fall silent.

+His fifteenth son, your soul is as pure as your appearance. You need not fear the thread of fate that has sank into the shadows; hold fast to the other end, and you will remain pure. +

That's enough.

Magnus thought... he didn't know exactly where Fenris had seen... but whether its vision was short-sighted or long-sighted enough, it was enough.

He! Magnus—will decide his own destiny!

The decision—what kind of person he will become!

Magnus's thoughts touched upon the jailer for the last time, and he trembled imperceptibly.

……

Inside the cell, the scarlet criminal leaning against the wall stirred.

Fenris told him that the planetary will would thwart the battle on the other side, and in the meantime, a series of unexpected events would occur to assist the Scarlet Sinners' escape.

Magnus rubbed his stiff shoulders, and sure enough, he touched the collar, a corner of which had been gnawed off by a wild beast.

The little beast slid off from his side, and Magnus heard the footsteps of the Space Wolf, who was guarding him, leaving.

All right,

Magnus thought with great confidence that it was time for him, Magnus, to take it all back and let those who looked down on him see the real Magnus!

Magnus took a deep breath, suppressing the nausea and vomiting that welled up within him. He examined his own soul and saw that corner—

Magnus thought to himself,

【The Great Lord of Change!】

He shouted,

[I, Magnus, the Great Master of All Change, wish to sacrifice the death of Leman Ruth and all of Fenris in exchange for power, knowledge, and freedom.]

I will faithfully fulfill the prophecy—but I desire to acquire the power to defeat Lehman Russ ahead of time.

[At the final moment of the future that I foresee, at the moment when Fenris entrusts all its power to me, I will offer it to you along with the heart of Leman Russ. At the moment I offer my tribute, I hope to receive what I desire.]

Without a doubt, Magnus heard a delighted shriek, felt a feather brush against him, and his psionic energy immediately began to surge.

The power bestowed by the Lord of Change was restrained, which ensured that he would not be discovered by Fenris. Moreover, Magnus thought that his fate had already entered a period of unpredictable change!

A book that's already dirty—if it gets any dirtier, not many people will notice!

He took a deep breath, feeling a surge of joy and excitement at his return to power. Magnus stood up and, slowly and with a sense of relief, removed his shackles.

Damn it, Leman Russ.

Magnus chuckled, recalling the wolf king's rude and disrespectful attitude and actions towards him.

At his bare feet, the bloodstained shackles fell to the ground with a thud.

The scarlet sinner stepped out of his cell.

Great!

Chapter 477 This is beyond the scope of what can appear in the lower realm.

The Lower Realm

Riemann Russ let out a choking grunt. He couldn't take it anymore. He let the force of gravity pull him down, and his wine glass slammed heavily onto the table.

"We lost! We lost! We lost!!!"

The half-human, half-wolf beings crowding around him cheered, watching longingly as bubbles of wine trickled down Russ's beard.

He didn't finish that glass of wine!

Ruth staggered to his feet, and the noisy hall erupted in shouts and cheers as he moved. The beings of the lower realms watched him, whistling and howling.

The Wolf King walked to the end of the banquet, to the black wolf that was crouching in its den. This was the king of the lower realm. The black wolf's wise eyes stared at him, and it drew a line on the Wolf King's bare hand. Now Russ had two scars on the back of his hand.

"You've lost twice already,"

Black Wolf said, "In the first match, you lost to my foster mother. In the second match, you didn't finish that cup of wine."

Leman Russ exhaled the hot smell of alcohol from his nostrils. Everything in the lower realm seemed like a dream. He would wager four contests with the beings here. If he won, he would get what he wanted; if he lost, Russ would remain here forever.

The wolf king vaguely realized that the monsters' goal for him was not to win.

Your drink was too vast and boundless.

Ruth let out a burp.

Even if the entire Space Wolves came, they couldn't finish this glass of wine—but anyway, thank you for your hospitality!

Black Wolf bared his teeth and stared at Ruth.

"These words are unnecessary; this is your own trial. Now..."

The black wolf turned its head and nudged its nose.

“Go and lift that wolf’s paw. If you can lift its paw by one meter, you win.”

The wolf king glanced at the black wolf, then turned to stare at the giant wolf that the black wolf had mentioned, which was currently sleeping. Ruth shrugged, spat a few times into his hands, and walked towards the giant wolf.

With the roaring fire in the stove, the sweltering hall began to cool down without anyone noticing.

Summer is almost over.

The wolf king, his mind still foggy, realized he needed to finish this quickly.

He walked up to the giant wolf, put his hand under the wolf's paw—and pulled hard!

Riemann Russ clearly heard a cracking sound from his lumbar spine.

By the Father—this giant wolf's claws are heavier than two Titans combined!

Lemanrus made several more attempts, and unsurprisingly, he failed.

The Wolf King took a deep breath, and the cooled hall began to clear his mind. He walked over helplessly and faced the black wolf.

The once noisy and crowded hall now has very few people from the lower realm left.

I lost.

The wolf king spoke decisively, extending his hand. The black wolf then made a third scratch on his hand.

Now, there is one last trial left—but I want to ask, what exactly are they?

Black Wolf's eyes were fixed on him.

"Death, the sea, and the giant serpent."

【All right,】

Ruth muttered under her breath, "So I've been trying to drink the ocean dry all this time."

You should learn to respect them.

Black Wolf said casually, "I don't know when, but the cold wind from the human realm has blown into this lower realm, and the biting wind is lashing at Leman Russ."

Logically, the lower realm should never be cold, and Fenris would not allow this.

"You're lucky,"

The black wolf said, "You've been given one last chance before you learn to respect them."

"Now, the final test is—who am I?"

Black Wolf's eyes remained calm and clear, devoid of any emotion. His deep blue gaze reflected the disheveled appearance of Leman Ruth.

Ruth grinned a huge smile, revealing his fangs.

You are me.

Lemanrus let out a threatening snort.

I am the king of the earth, and you are the lord of the lower realm. You are me, you are—

A series of strange notes came from Riemann Russ's mouth; they were not simple Fenris words, nor were they Fenris's "Riemann Russ".

It is a true name that is far older than that.

As Lehmann Russ shouted, the floor began to crumble, and he saw the black wolf stand up, its fur shedding to reveal a neat uniform. He saw his face—serious, clean-shaven, without a frizzy beard—he looked like a true soldier.

That was another Leman Ruth, Fenris's gift to his eldest son, a stroke of another destiny.

The Wolf King blinked, unable to stop himself from falling. Perhaps he would soon be talking to another version of himself, another version of himself who grew up in Terra, but—