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

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Concepts washed ashore, beliefs, theories, common sense, truth, everything collapsed. This place was more absurd than a dream and more real than reality.

This is Cardia.

A roar of absolute fury, tearing through reason, came from the towering waves. Jagged, metallic wings fell from the sky like sharp needles, and the metal on countless corpses melted, flowing rapidly backward and surging into the center of the battlefield.

Lava fell like a torrential rain. The sky was no longer the dragon's battlefield. Flames splashed starlight on the flowing wings, which then vanished in an instant.

With its silvery-white wings flapping, Hades raised its hand.

The distorted space, accompanied by violent lightning, gathered in his hand, carrying a flash that pierced the night. Arcs of electricity crackled from his hand, twisting into the shape of a long, curved scythe.

He lowered his eyes, and fierce lava dripped onto his face. In the rain of fire, he saw his enemy.

Amidst the blazing flames, the four figures grew larger, became more indistinct, and more unreal. They seemed like absolute malice that had stepped out of hell, but at this moment, the ferocious Hades with his silver-white mask looked more like a demon crawling out of hell.

A strange, shimmering blue light emanated from beneath the two-headed bird. Hades heard a brief, agonizing scream from that body, but the next moment, a treacherous laugh rang out.

As if impatient, the sharp-beaked bird laughed wildly, and it waved its scepter—

boom! ! !

The entire continent suddenly lit up!

A bolt of lightning, powerful enough to cleave a Titan in two, fell from the galaxy, carrying the power to split an entire planet, and struck the figure hovering in mid-air on the battlefield almost instantly!

Hades raised his hand, and the space around him distorted violently, his figure beginning to blur.

A fly's light shone from the decaying grass, and the plump being grumbled as it stroked the cauldron in its arms. Its long, salty tongue, covered in slime, licked the bones in its hands.

cough!

The distorted space suddenly froze, and the dragon's figure became clear again. On the flawless, silver-white armor, a crack, twisting and widening like a blood vessel, abruptly appeared on the breastplate—

That was the very place where the plague father Kugas sprinkled the broth!

There was no time to dodge again. Liquid metal surged onto Hades' head like a tidal wave. The next moment, a loud bang was accompanied by a shockwave in the air!

boom! ! !

boom! ! !

Giant silver flowers exploded in the air, each drop shimmering with ever-changing light.

The false god fell from mid-air, its body crashing to the ground, its wings, which had covered the sky, collapsing like a giant bridge.

Without the slightest hesitation, in the area filled with blood and song, the crimson body and the vibrant purple shadow acted simultaneously, their axe and whip striking together into the crater where the aftershocks of lightning had not yet subsided—

That moment, a gap that could hardly be called time, was stretched to an extremely long time.

During its fall, the silver mask cracked open from the power of the lightning strike, revealing a face beneath the Void Dragon Mask, with dark tears streaming down its face.

A being named Hades has now taken control of this berserk body.

This may be good news, or it may not.

This means that his remaining strength is enough for Hades to withstand, but if Hades can withstand it, then it means he cannot win.

The good news is that Hades might be able to know how he died before he dies.

Perhaps Hades in his normal state would have started cursing the administrators for cheating in the dungeon and lamenting his unlucky fate.

By the way, leave your last words for the Emperor, Macardo, Mortarion, Vox, Garo, Angron... one by one.

He might as well mourn his own pathetic life for a moment, but at least he has a clear conscience.

But right now, Hades isn't thinking about any of that.

Right now, he has only one thought in his mind—

If we can't win, then

"Take at least one with you."

This is what the being called [Hades] thought.

This is also done.

As he pondered, a cluster of sharp spikes began to condense in Hades' hand, and spatial ripples swirled around him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure rushing towards him. It was not merely an attack; beneath the surface of the attack, a kind of conceptual blood was surging.

Without the slightest hesitation, Hades chose his target.

A violent, silent darkness began to gather.

A faint ripple appeared beside the smirking area, and Blue Feather tilted slightly, as if a gentle breeze was blowing.

The strange blue bird laughed loudly, but then, its laughter suddenly broke and turned into a sharp scream—

All of this had not yet happened, but Carlos's body had already begun to act, and he pounced on the pure land of the garden.

However, the next moment, a scythe burst forth from the space in front of it!

Blood and metal splattered out from the severed space, along with shattered remains. Having made up his mind, Hades abandoned defense and chose to attack directly!

A thunderous blue arc of electricity suddenly exploded, and the scythe, powerful enough to cleave space, let out a mournful cry amidst the bursting light, shattering into fragments that scattered silvery specks.

Beneath the pale green arc of electricity, four points of silver-white light splashed at the four corners.

But the greedy darkness had already arrived first, cracks bursting open to reveal terrifying human figures inside.

Time seemed to stand still, or perhaps, at this moment, time had lost all meaning for the two people cheek to cheek.

They did not look at each other across the river of time.

Hades grasped Carlos's arm, and materialized blue feathers exploded between his fingers, shimmering with darkness.

Once you've grasped it, you've already grasped it, regardless of time, space, or concepts.

As if thinking of something happy, the being who was staring at "Carlos" revealed an extremely bright smile.

Blood mixed with silvery metal flowed down his head, past the eerie smile on his lips.

"I have a surprise for you."

Hades said with a smile,

A sound so faint it was inaudible to the entire world arose, and the world shrank into this area, with the dark domain surrounding it and trapping a fragment of power called Tzeentch.

But even if it is just a fragment, the Lord of Change has invested enough capital to make its destruction unacceptable.

It would be even more unacceptable if it were to be eliminated.

The Lord of all changes has His own considerations!

The plan has been successfully completed!

No need to stay any longer!

Suddenly, towering waves surged up in the highest heavens, shrieking and howling. The land called Kadia trembled, as if a lone boat had capsized into the raging waves.

The other three also roared, but the ever-changing monarch who controlled the land of Cadia had already begun to exert his power. Space seemed to be compressed, the distance of ten thousand feet suddenly shrank, and the domains of the four gods began to overlap.

Powers are inherently contradictory; these different divine forces began to clash and struggle to break free from each other.

At the same time, instead of attacking, the moment Hades grabbed Carlos, he plunged the spike in his hand into one of his own hearts—Hades knew exactly how to bring himself to the brink of death!

According to Tomotarian's account, Hades knew very early on what would happen after he fell into a near-death coma.

Hades also knew that, in the final moments, his only chance to splatter blood on his opponent's face was through his own death!

As if knowing his plan, the violent Void Dragon power around him dimmed at that moment, and the waters of the Styx surged and rolled back. Even though the vast ocean on Cadia was suppressing Hades, if he was determined to die, he could still have the power of the Dark Domain for a moment!

The sharp, piercing spikes dug into his flesh, shattering his bones, and a final flower of blood bloomed from his chest—

A person only knows their true limits when they are close to death.

Hades grinned, a sinister arc of electricity flashing before his eyes. Hades even discerned that it contained no murderous intent whatsoever.

But he knew it was all over!

Hades' vision suddenly went black, and then he was completely enveloped in darkness, the waters of the River Styx silently enveloping him—

Darkness explodes!

Above Kadia, countless acres of land are churning with giant waves, within which labyrinths stretch endlessly, blood pools reach the depths of the ocean, gardens are vast and flat, and palaces blot out the sky.

These are the domains of Tzeentch, Khorne, Nurgle, and Slaanesh respectively.

At this very moment, above Kadia, in a dimension invisible to the naked eye from the planet's orbit, a small world suddenly lit up.

This small space is only five steps in length and width.

Five steps is a distance that an auxiliary soldier can cover in a second, a distance that a Space Marine can cross in an instant, and a fraction of the distance a Titan can cover.

Five steps, and you can't do anything.

It could not bridge the chasm that led Hades to Herrera, could not escape a bombing raid from allies, could not win back a friend who was about to betray him, could not avoid a sneak attack from the Lord of the Night, and could not say a proper goodbye to a friend at the last moment.

but now,

five steps,

Hades, the Lord of the Order of Silence, the Executioner, the Silent One, Commander of the Death Guard, Acting Commander of the World Eaters, Hades proved—

Five steps, and I can crush four great demons with divine power to death!!!

Thanks to Tzeentch, the warp problem of releasing four Greater Demons in five steps has been solved!

Absolute anger, absolute resentment, absolute fighting spirit—all of these melted away, dissolving into the silent, cold Styx River, its waters surging and turbulent within this small world.

Chaotic screams, curses, laughter, disordered colors, emotions, and shocks all vanished into this black and white world!

A black and white flash! Silence descends! Smoke rises, yet not a whistling wind can be heard! A desolate scene, devoid of any color!

The vast ocean that had surged across the entire planet suddenly receded, revealing a dry and barren riverbed. Dry, lifeless corpses stared blankly at the sky, while the flames of war burned silently, and the flowing lava glowed a dull, crimson light.

The last survivor looked up in bewilderment, muttering the name of Hades. Among mortals, only the one who called himself Hades survived on this battlefield.

Even if they survived, they would have been completely blind and deaf, and insane.

Ordinary people have no right to witness all of this.

As if by instinct, the survivors frantically scrambled toward the crater at the very center of the battlefield. Despite their missing limbs, they crawled on all fours, trying to reach the battlefield.

Click, click, click.

Calm footsteps sounded.

As I trod across the scorched earth, my helmet and boots were covered in dust, just like that day.

Snapped.

The footsteps calmly crushed a crippled man who was crawling toward Hades. Because he was deaf, blind, and mute, the mortal only made a soft sound as his head exploded.

Blood dripped down as Luo Jia slowly walked across the vast land.

Tears streamed down his face, and the strange veins that ran from his neck down to his face rippled, like a dense chant of prayers.

Beside him, Perturabo's lifeless figure followed closely, the Iron Lord's abdomen stained with a dark wound.

With each step, a great demon crawled out from behind Luo Jia, raising its weapon.

At the edge of the battlefield, Vashtor's battered body swayed as he rose, the furnace fire was rekindled, and the cables, like venomous snakes, peered at the spoils in the center of the battlefield.

The outcome is already quite clear.

In the center of the battlefield, amidst absolute silence, faint breathing could be heard as someone slowly pondered.

With absolute willpower, absolute unwillingness, absolute inability to let go, and—

Absolute resilience.

The figure slowly, very slowly, rose from the ruins.

There was no silvery metal, no electric arc, no black area, nothing at all.

The body, already severely damaged, could no longer withstand this.

Liquid gold flowed down, revealing Hades' face.

Spikes on his chest rose and fell with his hoarse breathing.

"come over!!!"

Hades shouted hoarsely, his voice already broken and incomplete.

"Come here!!! You idiot, stop playing tag!!! Fight your grandpa Hades!!!"

"But I am—"