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

Chapter 617 66. A game of chess
The fog is thick.

The skinny helmet boots stepped into the mud, and the mist rose and fell with his breathing. The forest was quiet, and the buzzing insects fell to the ground, pattering.

He walked silently.

The garden is falling apart, the man-made god of death has taken hold of it, its wings are drooping, and death has taken over.

He... was wrong.

He couldn't completely replace Nurgle, he couldn't kill him completely, the Rotten Sky inhabited the High Sky, he couldn't kill a garden.

But even so... Mortarion sighed deeply, his bone-like hands lifted up the fungi that grew out of the gaps in his armor, and looked like green-skinned creatures, and threw them to the ground.

The emerald green fungi soon bent and died in the white mist, and the green-skinned roars in the distance also became smaller, and they were about to leave.

There isn't much time left for him.

The Pale Lord walked alone in this silent forest.

He passed by the corpses of the dead Eldar and heard subtle sobs, like a stream, gurgling through the forest.

The forest was still shrouded in a deathly fog.

Mortarion followed the stream upstream.

New shoots are sprouting again on the dead grass, but the color of the green grass is not like the color of Nurgle. The shadows of the trees are sparse, the sun shines on the open space among the bushes, and the white roses are blooming vigorously.

Elsa is there, the Eldar Life Mother Goddess, dressed in plain gauze, kneeling in the Elsa rose bush, with the shackles still on her wrists and ankles. She is sobbing, standing next to her tall and plump body. Surrounded tightly by her last children.

Mortarion walked over without hesitation. Wherever he stepped, the white roses immediately withered.

"So you didn't come out," the God of Death said calmly. He showed his sickle. The distorted sickle had sharp stings on it. "But you continued to cry here. 】

+I'm sorry. +
Elsa wiped her eyes, and crystal tears fell down. Mortarion was amused when he saw the Eldar around Elsa nervously clenching their swords at him.

+My feet were severely injured by Him and I could not move on. +
【It doesn't matter,】

Mortarion said, Elsa had already entered the best attack range, and the light of the Mother Goddess of Life resisted his Silent Mist, which made the Eldar look even more motivated.

【You won't need them soon. 】

The sickle circulates! The black wind suddenly struck Aisha!
The elite Eldar who gathered around Aisha had no time to react, only a moment! The strong wind brought by the Lord of Death's wings overturned them and flew out like grass stalks!

clang--! ! !
There was a long sound of metal colliding, and Aisha, who was still crying just now, suddenly stood there, holding the chain tightly with both hands. The rancid chain was tight, just enough to stop the scythe of death.

The poisonous stinger at the tip of the huge scythe was just a centimeter away from touching the tip of Aisha's nose.

[It seems you have other plans? 】

Mortarion said calmly, and the next moment his arm exerted force - the scythe was pulled back suddenly!

Aisha, whose face was full of tears, immediately released the chains stuck on the scythe. The chains that bound her in the past were now her only weapons. Before she could stand firm, the Pale Lord's attacks came from all directions!
The giant scythe formed a dazzling afterimage in the air, and every blow was accompanied by an explosive sonic boom! In the rose field, roses were lifted up by the residual wind and fell into the air one after another, like a grand funeral.

clang! Ding ding ding! clang--! clang--!
The sound of metal hitting each other sounded one after another, and among the sickle flowers, blood marks appeared on Aisha's body. They were shallow or deep, and the bones could be seen in the deep ones.

Elsa gritted her teeth. She felt that her legs, which were half cut and rotten by the shackles, could not support her weight. She tried to use the vines growing from the earth to disrupt the pace of death, but it was completely useless.

no no……

There were tears in Elsa's shimmering eyes. The Eldar race was not yet extinct, and her lovely children could still live happily in the world. She thought of the words that these children in Sigachito had conveyed to her - the Eldar race could still be alive. Return to full glory.

This is why...this is also why...she and her children broke their agreement with the human race. She wants to go back, she wants to go back! The only outcome for helping the human race's God of Death is destruction!

Elsa squeezed out words through clenched teeth,

+I'm sorry...+
She said as softly as possible, + But this world needs love and rebirth... The human race's god of death, don't destroy anymore. If you let go of the hatred of destruction, the spirit race is willing to join hands with the human race, and we can rebuild... Ah! +
The giant scythe grazed her cheek and passed by, blood and flesh flying everywhere!
There was no trace of emotion in Mortarion's eyes. Perhaps there was no trace of sadness or joy in his eyes that were neither human nor insects.

[It was you who "invited" me to slaughter Slaanesh in the first place. 】

The Pale Lord rotated his wrist and struck another vicious blow! Elsa staggered.
The overturned Eldar stood up and rushed into the battle at this moment, but the Pale Lord looked at them like insects, and his green and white eyes caught a glimpse of Efreni.

Mortarion sneered, and the Lord of Death suddenly raised his voice, vividly imitating the Eldar's words back then,
[“Great human death god, we only ask for the death of the youngest queen——We can sacrifice everything for you. If you want our death, please take it.”]

Mortarion chuckled, his voice sounding like the asthma of a leper before his death.
The God of Death turned his sickle casually like he was taking a break, with him as the center of the circle. The Eldar fragments that rushed up flew out, and the blood dyed the half-dead white roses on the ground bright red.

Mortarion raised his hand, as if holding a rag doll in his slender giant hand, and a ferocious-looking Eldar head appeared in his hand.

[I guess what these Dark Eldar said to you? 】

Mortarion said calmly. He looked at Elsa who fell to the ground on her own. His poison combined with Nurgle's corruption, the wound on Elsa's ankle was finally penetrated, and she collapsed to the ground weakly.

[I'm curious, what did they say to you? 】

Mortarion threw away the head of the Dark Eldar, and he felt a familiar psychic energy on it... It's really interesting, why is he everywhere?

The scythe dragged deep scratches on the ground. Mortarion strode up to Elsa, directly stepped on the flesh and bones on Elsa's ankles, and kicked them aside. Now she no longer needs her. My feet are broken——

He said that Nurgle was still kind enough not to cut off the feet of the Eldar god.

He took out the syringe from his pocket. Elsa's self-healing and self-purification abilities were extremely strong. Even Nurgle's toxins could be purified. Mortarion didn't think he could surpass Nurgle in this regard, but delaying for a while would be enough.

He threw down the needle and injected the poison, causing the Eldar God's skin to turn an abnormal green color.

Elsa gasped, and in her distorted vision, she saw the figures of the Death Guard gathering in the woods. She saw the children who were still alive - she just arrived from one prison to another.

Elsa shed tears. She remembered the glory of the past. She missed her husband Kunos and the prosperous Eldar Pantheon... But now she and Sigochi were the only ones left.

She thought of what these Eldars who were different from ordinary Eldars just said, and the pictures and splendor they saw for her. No, she couldn't admit her mistake. That was the power of Kunos, and the main god of the Eldars, Asuyan...

……

"Mother Goddess, with the help of the ancient saint's technology Ouroboros, we can reverse time, from the time when the youngest queen died, to the time when the Eldar were prosperous, and rewrite everything - our Lord has already understood the destiny."

She lowered her eyes and saw her strange child taking out a jester mask, with large crystal diamonds filled with teardrops, and a familiar light flashing through the corners of the mask's grinning mouth...Xi Gaoqi.

Aisha was in a daze for a moment. It had been a long time since she had seen her former companions. Even though Xigoqi's spiritual power was a little strange... But in being imprisoned day after day, Aisha was no longer young.

She wouldn't admit it.

She put on the mask and caught a glimpse of the scene that Xigaoqi wanted her to see——

She saw Slaanesh's last moments of prosperity on the eve of his awakening.

Aisha subconsciously stretched out her hand, as if she was touching the wind from thousands of years ago. She was truly touching the spiritual energy of her former companions...

The Fool's mask shattered, like a gem being shattered. When it was crystal clear, Elsa realized that tears were streaming down her face.

+What did Xigaochi say? +she asked. "We need to escape the eyes and ears of the humans - trap the Pale Lord in the Garden, trade his confinement for your freedom, and permanently weaken the power of the High Sky."

Elsa opened her mouth, her tears streaked across her dry and cracked lips. She looked at the Pale Lord in the distance who was fighting the Nurgle Demon Army. The Death Guard's missiles exploded above their heads, and black sand covered the ground. At the tips of her hair.

+Good. +
Elsa said.

……

...But she didn't manage to escape.

Tears filled her eyes. Elsa saw the God of Death squatting down. The insect-like armor on his hands seemed to come alive. The limbs clicked and a new gas mask quickly formed on Mortarion's hands. Resembling a giant arthropod insect.

Before she was deprived of the power to breathe and speak, Elsa trembled and spoke,

+I'm sorry...+she said,+if you see Sigochi, please convey my apology for me, I failed him - but please don't inflict the anger caused by my ignorance on him, he still hopes to complete Kill His Dreams... +
Elsa's tears accumulated on her long and thick eyelashes, like morning dew. Mortarion remained indifferent.
+I was too scared to live up to his dream...+
Lies, Mortarion thought, never trust the Eldar, they are full of lies,

【Quiet. 】

Mortarion said, roughly pressing the gas mask on Elsa. The white mist symbolizing death quickly poured into the mother goddess's respiratory system, paralyzing her nerves.

The mist swirled around, forming new chains that penetrated Elsa's body. Mortarion stood up and carefully broke each of Elsa's bones with a sickle pole. Then he grabbed one end of the mist chain,
Around the battlefield, the Death Guards also killed or tied up the living Eldar.
【Walk. 】

Mortarion said, panting tiredly,

[Leave here immediately...let us go back. 】

【go back……】

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Stupid Eldar...

Failed……

On the throne, the emperor in gorgeous clothes showed displeasure. He put one hand on the armrest and held an extremely luxurious emperor's mask in one hand, with diamonds inlaid with brilliant Eldar patterns.

The hand holding the mask, the robe drooping, the lines from the Lord of Changes lit up slightly, mixed with the aura of the Eldest Xigoqi,

+Failed,+
The emperor said coldly, +The Eldar are indeed unreliable. +
Under the throne, in the cold palace, Ruoyinruo's screams of pain echoed, but He was still worthy of being chosen. Compared to Slaanesh, He provided more "safe" pleasure to these thrill-seeking Eldar. .

The bright blue lines on the emperor's hand lit up. The emperor turned his head and looked at his hand. As if he heard something, he was quiet for a while.

Then he laughed,

+If you want me to be your paving stone before victory,+
The emperor spoke sarcastically,
+Wanchangetian, you should show some sincerity. How was your contest with the Lord of Humanity? You should be worried about canines. +
The birds whistled, but the emperor ignored it and closed his eyes in deep thought.

He also needs to... spend his energy thinking about how to contend with the Lord of Mankind... those stupid policies.

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[Not found yet. 】

Cozz said with some joy. He bit off his fingertip and made a cross with blood on the report form.

On the other side of the room, Fulgen, sitting at the double table, calmly took a sip of tea.

The sound of the pearl necklace tightening sounded, and the special fishy smell of fat being cut surrounded the tip of Fulgen's nose. Fulgen, who had a face as dry as grass, was unfazed. He was just sipping his rare afternoon tea instead of falling asleep amidst the sound of waagh. .

[I almost caught a lion this time. 】

Curze came over, arranged the jewelry on his body, and sat down opposite Fulgrim.

[You said this 4 times, and you said you were closer to him 19 times. 】

Fulgen took another sip of hot tea and said, "You should speed up. I feel like he's getting more and more irritable recently." 】

Hearing this, Coz just chuckled,
"More than just irritable," he said playfully, "He is becoming more and more like a medieval tyrant who was driven mad." 】

Fulgrim just looked at Curze, as if he was used to it.

[Okay, okay,] Coz raised his hand and announced his major breakthrough, [This time I found traces of him hiding the Tuchucha engine. This time I almost raided the lion's den. 】

Fulgan's hand holding the tea cup paused.
Ouroboros, Tuchucha Engine, and Heart of Plague, the three artifacts brought together do more than just dig the webway. The ancient saint's artifact has the ability to travel through time.

Now that the emperor has gathered the Ouroboros and the Plague Heart, only the last Tuchucha Engine is left. But thousands of years ago, at the last critical moment on Caliban, Leon Jonson took advantage of the chaos and took him away. It, hidden in the Webway, completely delayed the Emperor's plans indefinitely.

[Does He really want to change the time? 】

【Change? 】Kuzzi laughed, 【It's toying with, it's to plunder--it's for his completely crazy dream. 】

Fulgan seemed to have thought of something. He nodded, shook his head again, and sighed,
[He wants too much. 】

"They're all the same," Coates said. 】

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The raven cawed.

In the first legion's huge stone fortress, in the deepest part of the secret room, a shadowy giant dimly appeared in the darkness.

Opposite the shadow, Luther, with white hair and wrinkles on his face, took off his helmet. Time passed so fast. He would always dream about the past of teaching the spirit of lion knights in his dreams.

"Do you think it's time?"

The veteran of the First Legion asked respectfully,
[…Mortarion is coming back,]

[The recent situation of the lion is not optimistic,]

Corax said, "If the garden fails, He will hasten the pursuit of the lion." 】

[They are all closely monitored by the emperor... Let me come to announce good news or mourning, and I will sing for them. 】

………………

Undercurrents are surging, but there is always calm in the eye of the storm.

Hades was watching the Grenadier Forum. He thought that these Greedy Guys were obviously too interesting. They were currently debating whether binary suicide notes were more legally binding, or natural language suicide notes should be more protected by law.

“Come over for a meeting!!”

Malcador's hoarse and irritable voice sounded, and Hades hummed twice casually.

(End of this chapter)