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

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In an instant, Magnus understood everything.

Terrification, unbelievable terror, Magnus felt his soul screaming inconsolably; he was too terrified to care about anything else.

[It wants to—it wants to—it wants to lure Hades into the web?!]

In that instant, in the moment Magnus screamed in terror, he desperately and slowly realized something—

That is, he cannot do nothing.

His soul, once corrupted by the Dark Domain, was still aching faintly. He was certain that no matter how exquisite the subspace illusion was, it could not depict even a trace of the monster's fear.

It's all true.

I recently caught a bad cold. I felt something was wrong yesterday, and after finishing my writing, I took my temperature and found out I had a fever.

The second update might be late, so don't wait.

Chapter 475 Interlude: Subspace Chess and Card Room

[Asia Space Chess and Card Room]

+It's just a game, but I think you'll like it.

In the cramped little bar, a man with a pointed chin and monkey-like face spoke. He and his opponent sat at a greasy little table, and he wore a leather hat decorated with a long blue bird feather.

The man spoke slowly, in an extremely slick and ambiguous voice. He stared at the man opposite him with a smile. Opposite him, a long-haired man in a linen shirt was pursing his lips and remained silent.

On his head, a golden laurel wreath glittered.

The bright light shone on the small table, while the rest of the room was dark, from which came the ominous barking.

My dear,

The man in the blue feather hat burst into laughter, spreading his arms and looking at Neos with delight.

How are you feeling right now?

The man lunged forward, slamming his hand onto the table, covering his blue and white chips with his hand, the stack of chips clattering loudly.

+You need to be prepared before you sit down at the table. +

The man said obsequiously, as he reached out his hand towards the weight on the other side. Neos remained motionless. The man abruptly withdrew his hand, and the golden flames vanished from it.

Neos looked away from the highest card he had been staring at.

In the very center of the table, one of the cards has changed.

The originally black and square plaque, with its neatly inlaid silver and gold threads, has all burst open, revealing cracks. The blackness surges and unconsciously extends tentacles to explore its surroundings.

This card is no longer the [Pluto]/[Lord of the Silent Order] in the Emperor's hand.

The characters on it seemed to come alive, twisting and recombining into new characters—

[The Desolate Ignorant One]

The man let out a shrill laugh, and with his laughter, the surrounding darkness began to tremble.

Neos glanced discreetly into the darkness; now it was just the two of them at the table—they had given it a chance.

Neos stared at his opponent and said softly,

"Do you want everything to perish together?"

Of course, when humanity has no hope left, he can pour all the power of faith into the Dark Domain, allowing it to complete its final ascension—to the Underworld.

If Tzeentch dares to let the Dark Realm devour all of humanity's hopes, Neos will not hesitate for even a millisecond to flip the table.

At that time, the only victor in this world will be the space necromancers.

No—no, no, no, my friend!

The man wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes.

That's no fun! You see—I'm different from those guys; I never play games where the outcome is already decided!

I know—

The man spoke ambiguously, glancing at Neos as if he were looking at his biggest source of amusement.

I know you're a gambler, a madman. If I give you even a sliver of a chance to win, you'll keep playing, won't you?

We've spoiled you too much, Neos.

As the man spoke, he leaned back, his hands reaching into the darkness, from which came threatening snoring sounds—something even darker than the darkness itself had been drawn in.

Of course, you need to take risks. From the moment you choose to use it, you need to be prepared to be bitten back by it.

Neos remained impassive. Something in the darkness was watching him, a gaze completely different from his usual casual and lighthearted one, which made him slightly uneasy.

Look at you—and us—how well it's grown!

Neos remained silent, he remained silent for a long time. Now, the Star Torch representing Terra had been extinguished, and the mist shrouded Terra. His power also ensured that the Four Gods would not discover Terra anytime soon.

Neos did not foresee Fenris.

Or perhaps, he believed in the wolf king, and in Magnus, who was under the wolf king's watch.

In the destiny that Neos saw—as a powerful psionicist, the fate of the Crimson Sinner was bound to Kadia, and he held the key to reversing the odds, even though… even though his uncertain future was at risk of being tainted by chaos.

A powerful psionicist has a chance of staining Kadia with the undercurrent of chaos.

In Neos's calculations, this position belonged to Magnus.

In the Emperor's eyes, the Darklands, led by Tzeentch, would seek trouble with the Legion—which would require the Primarchs to hold their ground.

If Macado and his party can find a way to reach Cardia and successfully awaken Hades, then the situation will become clear again.

Or perhaps... Neos pondered, the Four Gods collapsed internally, and the other three gods could not withstand the pressure, sealing the Dark Domain in Cadia.

"jump over."

Neos said he would remain still and wait for the other side to make their move.

Across from Neos, the man holding the card fan smiled, his cunning eyes fixed on the cards in his hand.

【Fenris】, 【The Eye of Magnus】, 【The Wolves of Blind Loyalty】, 【Fratricide】.

Even before Prospero was burned, he had already orchestrated this surprise at the Nicaea Conference!

When Prospero was burned by the Emperor, and when the treaty he signed with Magnus was brutally torn up, the [Prospero] in his hand automatically transformed into [Fenris].

Their fate was sealed for this!

When the man laughs, he wants both grand, ambitious schemes and ingenious, small plans—that's who he is!

He couldn't wait to see the look of astonishment and anger on the Emperor's face—perhaps mixed with a touch of sadness.

Their variable is dead! Tzeentch shrieked, for by themselves alone, the hand was only going to turn in Tzeentch's favor!

As for the ambiguity of the prophecy brought about by the Dark Domain, Tzeentch realized that he truly loved that aspect!

I really can't take it anymore... I'll write an interlude to catch my breath... I've had a cold for almost four months... Ugh... I'm going to drown in my snot...

Chapter 476 Magnus Begins

A message was carried on the wind.

The wolf king raised his head and sniffed hard. The short summer in Fenris was filled with the stench of decay, the smell of corpses rotting beneath the frozen ground.

Winter is coming.

Ruth said, his brows furrowed as he stared at the wolf moon, its cold edges telling the wolf king that a new storm was about to break.

【unlucky,】

The wolf king muttered to himself in a low voice.

Why was this summer so short...? Eight hours? No, nine hours.

At the edge of the slowly drifting land, Lehman Russ saw the surging blizzard that would hinder his journey, so he did not hesitate and immediately set off with his howling wolves.

The wind and snow were surging.

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Is this the place?

The Wolf King remained silent. They had arrived at their destination, the Gate of Hiltyr, which looked like an ordinary volcanic fissure. A simple altar made of skulls stood beside the narrow opening of the fissure.

His rune priests walked past in silence. Some of them were so old that Beerus knew this mysterious land better than Beerus himself. The wolf king did not understand the stories of the psionic powers, so he allowed his offspring to begin chanting incantations.

Amidst the dance of staffs and incantations, the rift opened.

The pungent stench of sulfur wafted towards the wolf king's nose from the crater, but Ruth remained unfazed. He stared intently at the fissure, touching his waist—

He took out the remaining half bottle of mead and drank it all in one gulp.

[Hiccup] Ruth said, [Alright, my rune priests, may I go down now?]

Through his blurry vision, the priest wearing a mask of ignorance walked towards him.

"My lord, lord of winter and war,"

He said that the sun of Fenris rose to its highest point behind him, staring at him like a giant eye, and in a daze, Leman Russ saw a fleeting shadow on the edge of the sun.

"It is now the summer solstice, and this summer is exceptionally short—therefore you will not have much time left, and you need to end your journey in the lower realm as soon as possible. You may drink their wine and talk to them, but you must not eat the fruit and meat they offer, and try to avoid answering their questions, for even the most lawful spirits enjoy playing tricks on others."

"According to the laws of winter, you will reap what you want, but you will also have to pay a price."

As the pastor spoke, he slowly made way for the wolf king, who stepped into the land of fire and winter, the pastor's final words still echoing in his ears.

"Your time is limited, please be sure to return to the human world before summer sets in."

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Magnus took a deep breath, stood up unsteadily, his mind reeling.

So, what should I... what should I do?

Magnus trembled, and he subconsciously touched his neck, where the heavy sensation constantly reminded him of the truth.

【No……】

Magnus said softly, "What else can I do?"

If the shackles were removed, Magnus was certain he could regain half of his psychic power in a short time, but without a ritual or sacrifice, shaking the current situation would be difficult for him.

Magnus pondered that the current Lord of Change wanted to lead "him" into the Web Path, and Magnus needed to stop it.

He had glimpsed the Emperor's ocean of knowledge, and the instant he saw the Web, Magnus knew that humanity was something the Emperor could not lose.

But... how can he stop all of this?

Fenris, can you destroy the Internet?

The planet remained silent, denying Magnus's question.

+...You still don't understand Him. +

The cold wind howled.

It wasn't the net here that attracted Him—it was fate, and He wasn't willing to give up the bet He had placed, Magnus.

The blind Magnus opened his mouth.

【I? 】

He said incredulously, as even more terrifying thoughts slowly seeped into his mind.

Magnus recalled the prophecies he had witnessed at the Nicaea Conference; if he had been controlled and monitored at the time, then—

Magnus's voice was out of tune.

[He knows I know his thoughts, and he knows I will try to stop him?!]

what? !

Magnus recalled the scene from the prophecy: howling winds, blizzards, benevolent warp beings resonating with him. He stood in the blizzard, chanting the spells, and finally, Lemanrus lunged at him in fury.

He now understood that the benevolent warp being was Fenris.

[I was right! There are friendly beings in the warp!]

Magnus shouted, spreading his arms as if trying to prove something to those who had once refuted him, but what could that prove?