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

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What are you doing

Luojia, what are you doing?

The traveler questioned himself as he slowly walked across the desolate land, amidst swirling dust. The corpses of the Space Marines had long since dried up, resembling relics from ancient times.

Here, time is as chaotic as space.

He walked slowly, making a rustling sound behind him, as Peturabo's unconscious body scraped across a deep ditch in the ground.

Sha, shasha.

Like the tears of the earth.

A phantom figure shrieked beside him; the distorted illusion of the Great Demon resembled a broken projector, crackling and sputtering. Ingerser chattered incessantly as it appeared in front of him, behind him, to his left, and to the north.

He treated it as if it didn't exist.

He was in worship, Luo Jia thought slowly, as the ashes of the ruins of the perfect city rolled over his helmet and boots.

He lowered his eyes for a moment. Did they want him to be angry about this? To feel resentful about this?

he does not know.

He walked slowly, remembering many things and forgetting many others, but no matter what he was doing, he knew he didn't belong here. He tried hard to run away, but the wound on his waist held him firmly in this time and space.

The eyes of fear are watching him, replacing the sun.

From its radiant light, Luojia faintly saw many things, many things—

【the truth】

In a corner where he was imprisoned, he saw the silhouette of the laboratory; he saw the last battle on Terra, with only the Imperial Guard and the Forsaken among the participants; he saw the masks worn by the gods of the past, a glimpse behind the cracks.

He saw the church burning fiercely, and in the flames was the perfect city being destroyed. He heard whispers from the Warp, that He was not a god, but that the true god had already extended a real olive branch to him.

Hold onto it, and become a true believer.

The deceiver will not give him strength, but will only use ridiculous tricks to fool him again and again. Luojia, why don't you let go?

As early as Colchis, Luo Jia established a religion, believing that the true gods would grant them strength, provide bread, light the way forward, and arrange a true path for the sheep.

This is wrong.

The gods laughed.

All the truths they revealed to him have proven this to be false. He will leave, without hesitation, to become the Lord of Darkness, and then abandon humanity, whom he has used, in the cold universe.

Luo Jia trembled as he continued walking forward, while Peturabo behind him let out a painful groan. Wait... just wait a little longer...

The altar wasn't on this side, but on the other side, the god's followers were also buying him time.

Therefore, He would abandon him, Luo Jia thought, a god who has used his believers would abandon them.

He instinctively wanted to refute this, so he began to pray.

Like a pebble falling into a bottomless abyss, he lay on the edge of the cliff, expectantly waiting for an echo, but nothing came.

A profound sense of disappointment overwhelmed him, and he felt despair.

Like a struggling fish, he tried a few more times.

Still not working.

He was dejected, but the true gods were patiently watching him, waiting for him to repent.

He tried again, and he began to recite all the prayers he could remember—after all, there was no time, no space, he had everything.

Amidst the dense text, a subtle darkness crept in.

Luo Jia was startled. The vast ocean, without his awareness, responded to him, pushing the corpses onto the shore.

Luo Jia saw the pale, emaciated alien corpses that resembled Mortalian, as well as countless other alien corpses stretching as far as the eye could see, and human corpses, their weakened bodies slapping against the shoreline.

Among the corpses, Luo Jia spotted two familiar figures.

A long spear suddenly emerged from the ocean, impaled with the corpses of two Word Bearers.

clang--

The sound of the broken sword striking the back of the armor rang out.

Luo Jia stopped, panting heavily. He felt a darkness before his eyes, and the last fragment of that darkness was with him, in his faith.

The vast ocean churned, and as if grasping at the last straw, Luojia called out to Him.

In the utter darkness, he saw His story. Even though He could not leave His footprints in the vast ocean, the corpses lying at His feet had already marked His path.

He saw Mortarian, he saw Anglo-Djen, he saw Magnus… he saw himself.

kindness,

Luo Jia thought of it.

He felt that final darkness, and even in the farthest depths of the ocean, He still responded to him, responded to everyone who was willing to call upon Him.

kindness.

Cold drops of liquid fell on his face. Luo Jia trembled and looked up. It was raining.

He thought, he walked forward, he saw that figure, he saw that arrow, he saw himself, he saw Him.

He is still fighting, even though it has all become meaningless.

The outcome was decided from the beginning; He could not resist the power of the four false gods. This was the only time they cooperated, and it was also His destined end.

Luo Jia shed tears.

No... He shouldn't have died here; He was humanity's only hope.

But the time left for Him was too short, time, that law that belongs only to the physical world... No, it shouldn't be like this.

He needs to do something.

He saw in the distance, Angeltai's figure kneeling in the mist.

Luo Jia walked over and began to call out, with promises, with lies, with everything he could use, and some demons whose fates were closely intertwined with the Word Bearers responded to him.

At the same time, he plunged the blade into Fernus's body and the dagger into Peturabo's flesh.

Phenus was gone, and Luo Jia trembled; he couldn't go on any longer.

He threw Peturab's unconscious body onto the altar.

This was also their choice; Peturabo was more suitable than Phenus.

...But Luojia is also a possibility.

Spoilers for Death End 2 have leaked out, and they've shocked me.

I also read fragments; feel free to use the original text to point out any errors.

Saint Gilles died a horrible death... There was not a trace of glory in his face. His skin was torn off, and his head was turned 360 degrees. At the same time, Horus repeatedly compared Saint Gilles, who was fighting him, to a dog.

Horus then imagined Saint Gilles curling up at his feet, eating from his hands, and offering his loyalty.

(This is from the main text, showing Saint Gilles curled up at my feet eating something, that doesn't make sense, does it?)

Horus also wanted to place Dorne on the throne of King K, with angels being N and emperors being S.

Wait, why is the Emperor an S?! Horus, explain this to me!

In the new book, the Emperor is actually evolving into the Dark Lord because he played with too many psionic gadgets, which is similar to Magnus's situation.

However, given that GW has already omits the parts about Magnus Prospero and the part about Dorne's death, this part may also be omits, saying it's Horus's imagination or something.

But if I may be so bold, the appearance of such a description and words about Horus in the official text... is truly shocking... I'm still quite naive.

Chapter 414 Hades's Simple One-on-Four Battle

Hades only wants to kill now.

He was no longer able to think about much else.

He doesn't need to think too much.

Kill everything that moves, and the war will end.

Let death shroud everything.

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Above Kadia, the Weaver of Fate Carlos shrieked as the Archduke Tzeentch brandished his scepter, stirring the entire planet's mist with his swing. Rolling psionic lightning crackled, shattering the silvery raindrops that were fiercely falling to the earth.

"what happened?!"

Carlos screamed, the spikes tied to its waist gleaming with azure light, its two heads looking into the distance at the figure hovering in the air, the space around it distorting eerily.

"He shouldn't be like this?! How much has he devoured?!"

"I knew he'd turn out like this! Hehehe!!"

Carlos looked at the Forsaken One. He... he was completely different from the one Carlos had seen before, a appearance that even the Great Demon Tzeentch could call "bizarre"!

In mid-air, a being called "Hades," no, "Pluto" or "Fragment of the Void Dragon," was staring intently at Vashtor. No one could reconcile this being with the Hades of the past.

Hades remained silent, feeling the power he had gained—or rather, the power he had released, the power that had been confined by his frail body.

Even if the price is decay.

In a fleeting moment, Hades began to wonder just how many the Emperor had sealed away.

At this moment, liquid gold is his blood, radio waves are his thoughts, and the silver-white scythe reflects a flash of light powerful enough to distort space. Arcs of electricity rise violently and surge across the earth.

It was as if the coldest, most dazzling silver mask in the world was covering his face, with only a scarlet left eye visible through the gap. The mask was pale, devoid of joy or sorrow.

A jet-black full moon rose from behind his head, a sheer, deep black cloak billowed behind his silver-white armor, and liquid gold climbed onto the scythe, giving it a frosty sharpness.

Above Cartier, the burden of maintaining the entire physical world is pressing down on Hades.

Hades lowered his eyes and saw those things that were still clearly visible in the silvery rain. The labyrinth was weaving a new destiny, blood was burning fiercely with the flames of war, a corner of the garden was still growing, and graceful dances were singing in the palace.

The highest heavens were pouring power into this war zone, and the demon army entered through countless torn rifts in the battlefield. They piled up bloatedly on the plains, trampling over the corpses of the people on the land.

Hades stared at them calmly—

Carlos shouted, and the Great Demon suddenly raised his scepter. Mist surged upwards, and the next moment, a thunderbolt struck down, carrying immense fury, but ultimately dissipated into the mist.

Seeing that the electric arc was ineffective, the being slowly raised its scythe. Carlos could feel the scrutinizing, mad gaze sweeping over it. The creature was deciding which one to attack first!

He's even still choosing?!

Even Tzeentch's great demons felt a strange sense of being looked down upon, but the four great demons surrounding Hades were indeed scattered across their respective thrones.

And they cannot all go forward together until the very last moment.

Carlos, Skabrand, Sharasi the Demon, and Kugas, the four favored by the gods, are already entangled in their own lives.

As if stimulated by Tzeentch's psionic energy, Vashtor beside Carlos emitted a hissing sound. To avoid the torrential rain, the Lord of the Hearthfire was temporarily residing within Tzeentch's demonic realm. At this moment, the silvery-white light around Vashtor's neck seemed to be growing brighter and brighter—

Hades's gaze, sharp as a thorn, struck again, but this time filled with boundless hatred and rage. This time, Hades chose his target directly.

Carlos let out a short, annoyed cry. It began to regret letting the Lord of the Hearthfire linger. Under the gaze of Chaos, Tzeentch's chief archduke, though unafraid of attacks from the Forsaken, should not have been the first to be targeted!

However, as the Forsaken of God took their stance, a scarlet figure charged forward in the next instant—

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!!!"

Skabrand roared with the glory of the Blood God, and with a loud clang, its wings, which had been bound by layers of iron chains, suddenly broke free.

The scorching blood of demons sprayed onto the earth, the blood droplets hissing as they met the liquid gold. At this moment, the Blood God descended with His glory, and the flames and smoke of war instantly began to press towards the Forsaken.

Skabrand felt the overwhelming rage, felt the wind rushing past its wings, and with a sudden stomp of its demonic hooves, the entire great demon soared into the air like a cannonball, raising its battle axe toward the Forsaken!

"Fight me!!!"

Skabrand knew that this time, it would definitely fight this little human! It would not leave again!

Carlos chuckled maliciously, and the Weaver of Fate seized the opportunity instantly. Lightning flashed from its scepter, and while the Forsaken's gaze was still fixed on Tzeentch's Demon Realm, a deadly blue lightning bolt suddenly pierced towards the Forsaken.

Stab it! ! !

The extremely long, curved scythe blocked the lightning, but the next moment, the Bloodthirsty Demon's body crashed into the Forsaken God. With a tremendous impact, it and the Forsaken God rushed into the sky together, the battle axe slashing heavily forward.

Skabrand was overjoyed at the impending bloodbath, anticipating a real fight and then, under the watchful eye of the Blood God, twisting off the enemy's head!

However, in an instant, the pleasurable sensation from the battle axe did not come. Skabrand's gaze, which had been fixed on the cold mask of the Forsaken, shifted to its right hand—