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

Chapter 687 135. The Game Is Set
"Ready."

Neos said lightly, wearing a funny straw crown at the moment, and sitting across the table from him was his speechless former warmaster Orpesson.

"You still like playing chess so much."

Ole said, staring at the chessboard Neos had set up.

"I am your enemy?"

Orr reached out and was about to move the chess piece, but the Emperor suddenly raised his hand, interrupting his action.

"No,"

The Lord of Mankind said,
"I changed my mindset so that there aren't just two sides - each piece has its own goal, and now they just happen to be on the same table, in the same war."

"It is the chess pieces themselves that control them, and he gives them freedom."

The Lord of Humanity opened his arms and showed the former warmaster a chessboard that was extremely complex both in time and space.

"Look, this is our star chess piece on the field."

The chess piece made of bones was thin, with white mist gurgling from it, and it was holding its head high at the sharpest point of its spiritual energy.

Next to it, there is more like a pitch-black spear than a chess piece. The deep spear without a trace of reflection penetrates the upper and lower structures of the chessboard, firmly anchoring the chess game at this moment.

……

Mortarion's eyes were calm, the Primarch blew out mist and looked out at the waves at the end of the Webway.

Pluto stood beside him, smiling but the smile did not reach his eyes. His murderous intent was as sharp as a wild beast lurking at night.

……

"And then look at our dinner—"

Bright purple and pink clouds rolled up and gathered into a storm in the center of the chessboard. Bright yellow lightning flashed from time to time, like blood vessels winding on the placenta.

This is a hole that runs through the middle and lower levels of the chessboard.

+Shhhhhhhhhhhhh! +
……

Screams exploded from the depths of Commorra, and the dying god licked the ground with saliva dripping from his mouth. The Slaanesh Eldar who had not yet escaped were instantly crushed into a pool of blood by the huge piece of meat.

……

"It's so miserable—he deserves it."

Neos laughed easily and brightly, and suddenly a card that had been discarded long ago appeared between his fingers. The torn card was lifeless, and the clown who was laughing wildly tore himself apart with his smile.

"Thanks to our Eldar enemies."

The Lord of Mankind looked up casually, looking at the dark corner of the cabin. Where had the birds that built their nests gone? Only a blue feather at the bottom of the nest indicated His involvement.

The Lord of Change had a good plan... Slaanesh's greed had brought him back to his own devices... The taste he had tasted would never be forgotten, so he tried a second time.

The Lord of Mankind clenched his fist, crumpled the Joker card between his fingers into a ball of waste paper, and threw it casually back into the darkness.

"It is a pity that my friend could not enjoy his feast—scavengers surrounded him, and the corpse of a god is a rare commodity."

In the darkness, the man wearing a gorgeous crown stood still, and the lions surrounded him like hyenas, staring at him hungrily.

……

"Good luck, Malcador."

Luther said, the bruises on his face had not yet disappeared, his expression was gnashing his teeth, and the light of the webway coated his profile with a layer of white.
"We will certainly kill him - and you may also be able to recover the body of the Lion King in Comoros."

Malcador said with a smile, ambition and greed emerged, Luther was very happy that this damn hypocrite finally stopped pretending,

……

Neos stomp cheeks,
"The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind."

In the mess in the center of the chessboard, the lion who had been patient for a thousand years buried the beacon. The descendants of Neos had a tacit understanding, and the emperor was very pleased to see this scene.

Farther away, the blue ocean surges and roars, and a raven crows on the mast, its sharp eyes reflecting the beacon of the lion.

"But, but, but."

Neos said,

"I regret that they are still a little superficial. After all, no one can see through thousands of years and see into the future and the past."

"Your words of self-praise are too crude. I suggest you learn the sacred texts, Neos."

Or said, following the Lord of Mankind's prompt, looking at the upper part of the chessboard, the wild wolf and the falcon came in with the sleeping lion.

The alien star controller is now weighing the weight of the stars.

Under the eerie bright blue sky, they arrived as promised.

This is another gamble, a gamble that puts everything on the line.

The gambling game revealed the true face of the Lord of Humanity, he is a gambler with a compulsive addiction.

……

"Success."

Orikan said, controlling the force field and holding up a device in his hand that looked like an enlarged handcuff. There were spikes protruding from the outside of the bright white ring. It was a pure energy body and looked like it was put on the head to cover the eyes.

"Can this thing really temporarily block Hades' sight?"

"I mean it, Trazyn."

"Alright alright."

Trazyn raised his hands in surrender with a smile, then looked away, where the sea of ​​time converged, and saw two completely different endings.

……

"So when do they dock?"

Or tilted his head and looked at the tired eagle and wolf. The wolves were still whimpering around the sleeping lion. It didn't take them any more to realize that the Lord of Mankind had exploited them.

"One of them needs to get off the bus first, and the rest need to go to the earliest anchor point."

Neos said that Orr felt that the leader of mankind was going to make a joke that was not funny at all.

“They can then open Schrödinger’s box and see whether the lion is dead or alive.”

as predicted.

"You have a terrible sense of humor, Neos."

O'er took a sip of coffee awkwardly, while Neos still looked indifferent.

"Then come back with me - you should really meet Hades, I think you'll like his sense of humor."

"Does your new friend know you betrayed him like this?"

"He knows. Of course he knows. I think he is now discussing with my fourteenth son how to make me have hemorrhoids. They are wrong. They are totally wrong. Great and perfect human beings will not have such weak pieces of flesh."

Crouching dragon and phoenix chick.

Orr thought that during the years of working with him, the Lord of Mankind had never been so humorous.

Unfortunately, the Internet age came later. For a period of time, Neos really loved deconstructionism and absorbed a lot of human jokes.

Deconstructionism is perhaps an abyss that even the immortals cannot avoid. Olpersson would like to call it the middle school stage of the immortals.

But later they will find that deconstructing everything cannot establish any solid existence, so those traditional guys who can build walls come back, such as religion. At least in the current 40k Imperial version, religion is a universal antidote - or anesthetic.

Or sighed, his eyes flickering. He stared at the Lord of Humanity with a complicated expression, and his lips moved a few times.

"Do you really want to kill God?"

"Yes, God-killer,"

Neos said in an exaggerated sigh:
"God-killing - I am almost moved to tears. They don't even need me to come. Praise Hades. People finally realize that I am just a passerby."

The corner of Orr's eye twitched. He could sense that Neos had very little strength left. Where had all that faith power gone? Was it given to the wolves and eagles on the upper level?

"The one who advised you to wear the crown will not be pleased."

Or looked at the gorgeous chess pieces lurking in the dark on the table. Three crone swords were displayed at the emperor's feet. He must have had his own little thoughts about his previous expedition to the Eldar.

"After this battle, I will have a good talk with him."

Neos lowered his mouth.
"I realize what I overlooked - Caliban also corrupted him, but I don't think we should change this cycle."

Or stared at Neos. He rarely saw such a relaxed and happy emperor. This guy always had a stern face, as if the sky would fall down tomorrow.

Perhaps in his eyes, the innocence will collapse the next day.

So what about now? After all your friends have left or betrayed you, have you finally let it go?

Thinking of this, Or wanted to sigh again. No Immortal, including Malcador, was willing to follow him forever, but it seemed that none of them were important enough - the only thing that could truly make the Lord of Humanity frown was Chaos.

The wind outside was howling, and the time was almost up.

Or cleared his mind of complicated thoughts. It was a blessing. He would witness the first case of human godslaying. He should be happy instead of being dragged into the cage of memories by Neos.

After this, he should get together and chat with people like Makado.

Ole thought, looking away.

"First round then."

Orr turned sideways, in the dark night with howling winds, beside the burning campfire, he opened the round board next to the chessboard, "1".

"it is good,"

Neos is ready to fight.
"Then the first step is for me to send out my infantry army."

Although not introduced by the Lord of Mankind, the tiny ant-like troops spread all over the chessboard and all over the mountains and plains began to move slowly.

………………

"charge!!!"

Pluto's voice echoed in everyone's communication channel, and Meade from the 121th Platoon of the 13th Company of the 7st Siege Regiment of Krieg began to run, just as he did in every charge.

The bullets whizzed past his helmet, and his earth-colored helmet reflected the strange colors of the web.
For a moment he felt as if he was running in all directions at once, but the Soulless Man at the front of the column, riding a horse and waving a Black Stone Weaving Banner, helped him find his way back.

There was a tiny sound in Mead's ears, and before the black stone necklace around his neck could react -

Mead lunged to the right, the cold light of the blade brushing past his shoulder, and at the same time turned around to fire another shot, bright green burst out from the muzzle and pierced straight into the Eldar's neck.

laugh! ! !
The sound of flesh and blood exploding was heard, but Mead didn't even look back. He was sure that the gun in his hand would accomplish its mission. He shifted his center of gravity, staggered, and started running again.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
A sharp roar whizzed past his head, and a group of guided missiles cut through the space, exploding smoke and dust at the empty nodes deep in the webway. Mid heard the cries of the alien guarding mechanical beasts.

Raising his gun and shooting, the black stone necklace on his chest pressed against him, Mead felt the urge to be summoned,

He saw a Slaanesh demon screaming on a pile of corpses in front of the battle line. Bullets from all directions turned into green ripples in front of it. Krieg's comrades who were not yet dead were holding on to its claws tightly to block its movement, but their lower bodies had already been dragged to pieces.

The footsteps of Krieg's horse were still far away. Meade put away his rifle and pulled out his engineer shovel. After a slight sound, his gas mask was illuminated by a faint bright green.

"Praise be to Hades."

Using his calves to push forward with the help of sprinting speed, Krieg flew up. The strange gravity in the web also helped him. He jumped high into the air. A cold green moonlight broke through the air. The other Eldar assassins who rushed into Krieg's formation looked up in astonishment.

"In the name of Hades!!! I grant you death!!!"

Mead remembered what the Hades priest had said to him, "Call upon Hades, call upon Hades! He will bless your purity!"
"Ho-ho-ho!"

The great demon, whose body was swollen due to the blessing of Slaanesh, slowly lowered its head in disbelief, only to see that its chest was pierced by the engineer shovel. Before it could scream, the engineer shovel moved again, cutting its neck and head like tofu.

Mead quickly retracted the engineer shovel and swung it to scatter all the blood. As the Slaanesh demon fell, Krieg, who was holding it, slowly loosened his grip.

Mead did not hesitate. He continued to move forward, stepping over the corpses of his fellow tribesmen.
The sound of drums and bells echoed behind him, and a scarlet cloak swept past him quickly. The two-legged dragon riders of the Crusader Army flew over the pile of corpses, and the muzzles of their charging and buzzing electric guns lit up green.

The ground began to tremble. Along with the Skitarii came the knights. Following the instructions on the channel, Mid immediately gave way.
The Webway they were attacking was too narrow to allow for the deployment of Titans.

Boom! A giant leg smashed beside him, then slowly moved away, and a green arc of light flashed on the giant chainsaw chain that the knight was dragging on the ground.

Bang, bang, bang! The twin heavy machine guns began to work, and a thick blood mist immediately exploded on the front line, covering the roar of the Slaanesh Eldar. The skinned and nailed wild beasts rushed out from behind the blood mist and jumped up to bite the knight!
“Ring the bell!!!”

The crusaders guarding the knights roared, and a long bell sounded immediately behind the battle line. Mid felt his black stone necklace vibrate along with the bell.

The giant beast that was biting the knight opened its mouth in pain as the bell rang. The knight immediately swung his chainsword and lifted it into the air, making a dull and bloody buzzing sound.

Under the knight's armor that was bitten open to expose the cable, a flash of silver-white passed by, and the metal surged up like a living thing, covering the gap in an instant.

In the aftermath of the bell, Meade steadied his steps, gripped his gun tightly, and was about to continue his forced march.

"DONUT BOY!!!"

With his red hair flying, the Hades priest laughed as he rushed out from behind the battle line on a hoverbike. The Hades priests entered the field, all riding hoverbikes. Mid saw that on the giant hoverbike behind the motorcycle formation, Ogryn was trying hard to strike a huge black bell. The Eldar and demons that the formation passed by all bent over in pain and covered their ears.

"boarding!"

Reina blew a whistle. According to military regulations, Mead should not get on the motorcycle, but his body reacted before his mind. He stretched out a hand towards the motorcycle formation.

"Well done!"

The Dark Priest chuckled, and Krieg swung a perfect arc between her hands, and then sat steadily in her back seat.

Lena felt Krieg's gun on her shoulder. Damn the heat-resistant Krieg. Lena felt the skin on her shoulder was burned.

"Knock! Knock! You big brainless guy! Knock it now!!" "Okay, boss!!!"

Ogrin struck even harder, and Mead could feel the black stone necklace around his neck deflecting the attack from the black bell.

"Where are we going?"

While Krieg was reloading after emptying a magazine, Meade asked,
The priest blew a whistle.

"Go to the land with lush grass and water!"

Then she burst into laughter, slowed down, let go of the handlebars, pulled out her gun and shot forward.

"Go and die!"

The Hades priest roared, so that her voice could be heard over the surrounding Skitarii's words of praise to Hades.
"Corporal! We are going to occupy the Comoros - but we will never be able to return! Let us die together in the Comoros!"

"I agree."

Meade said, changing the magazine, holding the slightly hot gun handle, and shooting again.

"But I want to convert, and I hope to die in Hades' river of death."

With one shot, Mead shot off the guy's head. He tried to aim again, but was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a motorcycle.

“W-why?!”

Reina shouted, and this seemed to be the first time that the Dark Priest stuttered as far as Midd could remember.

"Because all believers in Hades will die in the River Styx."

Mead replied.

"What kind of answer is this!!!"

The Hades priest roared, but then perhaps she realized something, and Mead watched helplessly as the motorcycle he was riding drifted away again.

........................

Burn! The golden flames crackled and exploded, the Eldar screaming and turning into dry wood around him, and Malcador walked leisurely, advancing among his golden warriors.

In the distance, a Titan also burning with flames slammed down.

"For Ryan!!!"

The Golden Flame and the Black Helmets seemed to be clearly separated, the Dark Angels advanced, the Space Marines raised their swords, and cut off the skulls of the Great Demons. From time to time, strange creatures appeared in the camps of both sides, but the First Legion and Malcador tacitly did not ask about each other's secrets.

They all knew that they were not helpful in this battle, and their real purpose here was after the war - just to wait for Slaanesh to die.

........................

"come out--!!"

"Slaanesh!!!! Get out here!!!"

The webway was shaking, and its roar like thunder was deafening. In the largest webway, unmanned ships followed in the footsteps of Pluto and indiscriminately bombarded the defensive buildings attached to the webway.

Countless fallen creatures screamed and turned into nothingness. The black behemoth marched angrily, His huge body filling the entire Webway. Slowly and arduously following the psychic wrestling that filled the entire Webway.

You can no longer observe Him, and the pitch-black darkness falls like an eternal night, mixed with noisy spots of light in space, swallowing up this road forever.

On the other side, Mortarion wielded his scythe expressionlessly. The scythe fluttered in the wind. He refused to die, refused to die, refused, refused. No one would die in his fog.

【Perhaps you could save your energy, Hades.】

There is still a long way to go.

' said the Primarch, and in response the Webway vibrated.

........................

They are coming.

Leon walked in the tower, looked into the distance, and confirmed for the last time that the beacon was correct.

Then he sat in front of the operating table of the Comoros main control center, looking tired.

He looked towards the suffering god and felt his will being tested.

Aisha was dead, killed by the greed of Slaanesh, it was torn apart and eaten piece by piece while it was still alive, its flesh torn into its belly.

Then Aisha's position was also replaced by Slaanesh. The lion forced himself to open his eyes and look at Slaanesh whose rotten belly was full of monsters like a honeycomb.

The corrupt thoughts hit Leon, but he will hold on. He is the first son and the template for everyone else. He will never be corrupted.

Broken high-rise buildings can be seen everywhere, and in the jungle of steel and concrete, there is a pregnant woman who looks like a newborn baby.

Leon looked up. The gaping hole of the Webway that was broken open by Slaanesh's forceful entry had already been covered with layers of hazy gauze, exchanging matter with the Warp. The entire Comoros was now like a half-open egg.

And now, the giant from the outside world is knocking on this seemingly fragile egg.

Each blow caused Slaanesh to scream in pain, the screams overlapping and overlapping with the screams coming from the warp.

The forest mist rose at the Lion's feet, and he was sure that time began to flow - he was so sure of this because he had experienced it before.

Just above Caliban.

He wanted to kill Slaanesh outright, but he couldn't do it, and the lion accepted this calmly, or perhaps it was because his other obsessions were too strong.

In the face of all this majesty...what an individual can do is very small.

The lion was silent. Comoros transformed him. He was just waiting, like a sword placed in a box. There would always be a day when he would go on the field to kill the enemy, and he needed to hit the target with one blow.

Leon raised the Lion Sword and used the cold light of the sword to reflect his own face - his hair was all over the place, even more unkempt than that of the Wolf King Russ.

Thinking of this, Leon laughed.

He pulled out a dagger and used the light of the lion sword to trim his beard and sideburns. He wanted to make himself younger - go back a thousand years.

However, he is still unaware of the play his biological father has arranged for him.

But he'll take it.

........................

【He is about to wake up.】

Russ snored. As the anchor point approached, there were finally no disgusting shapeshifters on their ship, which gave them a moment of peace before the war.

The Khan glanced at him and then continued to wipe his White Tiger Scimitar.

Leman Russ felt nervous for a rare moment. They had come this far already, but right before the answer was revealed, he became nervous.

He couldn't describe his feelings, just like when he learned that Magnus was not a traitor, and then he ran away, ran far away, trying to make up for something.

He once rushed into Tzeentch's ever-changing labyrinth just to find Magnus who was lost and trapped in the labyrinth forever, but accidentally fell into another time and space.

A time when only Tzeentch was the winner and the god.

It was his accidental fall that drew Allfather's attention to this place.

Then comes the present story. The All-Father guides the Khans of the Webway to join him, and then gives them this difficult task -

live.

Survive in another time and space and become the only two surviving loyal Primarchs.

Well, or maybe a half-dead lion.

And the Fall of Dorne.

Look, look, they all say they will never fall, but in the end the All-Father will only believe in the lion, the wolf and the eagle.

Ruth grinned.
[Khan, we are going to meet Hades soon - I haven't talked to him much yet, what kind of person do you think he is? ]

The last time he had seen Pluto was at the Council of Nicaea.

The Khan pondered for a moment, remembering Mortarion's anxiety at the beginning.

[Most likely he has the appearance of a Barbarusian, and his personality is one that Mortarion can tolerate.]

[Ah——He must be a tolerant person. ]

Riemann remembered Mortarion's bad temper and frowned.

He just wanted to say something to divert attention, but the lion on the stone platform suddenly twitched its fingers, and Russ hurried over.

[Are you awake, Leon? ]

Rus asked quietly, and Khan glanced sideways. The Wolf King was speaking in a gentle tone that he himself was not aware of, as if he was talking to a kitten, but he was indeed a lion.

The barbarians are actually the most sentimental ones. The Khan sometimes has to use a cold heart to guard against the Wolf King who has just lost his offspring, but Riemann always survives. He is sad, but always knows where the bottom line is.

This may be why the Emperor chose him.

【I--】

Leon kept his eyes open, not blinking.

【I know you want to drink water. 】

The Wolf King quickly brought over his treasured bowl of water. The Lion was so miserable, really so miserable. Is this how the Emperor treats his offspring who will never betray him?
【This time I'm back on Caliban, right?】

Lion Jonson sat up suddenly, holding the wolf king's hand tightly, his eyes sparkling in the candlelight.
[I'm going to blow up Caliban, right?]

The wolf king ignored the severe pain in his arm. He felt a sour taste in his mouth. Russ opened his mouth.
【right. 】

He said.

This is the ruthlessness of the emperor. He wants his descendants to blow up his hometown personally.

Leman Russ felt sad that he had lost his hometown forever, but this was Leon's own choice.

After a brief pause,

[Okay, I'll go.]

Leon Jonson said firmly.

………………

"You're such a bastard."

"This is the third time you've repeated this sentence, Or, I suggest you change the word, like scum, or moral low."

The Emperor said, casually looking down at the chess pieces in his hand, three similar but slightly different lion chess pieces rising and falling between his fingers.

"You treat your loyal children like this - you might as well - you might as well let your friend Malcador or Hades teach them!!!"

"Actually, the Alpha that Malcador raised."

The Lord of Mankind said,
"But... Malcador has not failed in his teaching."

The Emperor glanced sideways at the pool of blood that was causing trouble for Alpha, conflicting concepts, internal contradictions, what a genius.

"I am grateful to Hades for at least correcting four of my offspring."

The Lord of Mankind said,
"But... there must always be descendants who are loyal to me."

"Those who are loyal to you will never have a good ending!!!"

Ole shouted suddenly,

"Neos! Look at me! Look at Elda! And Malcador! You didn't keep any of the people who once followed you!"

Neos stopped fiddling with the chess pieces, blinked, and his cheerful, relaxed expression turned into a blank one.

"Give me a chance to change."

The Lord of Mankind said,
"After this is all over."

"Can this really end?"

O'er stood up, not knowing whether he should say something.
"You told me the same thing last time! And you deceived me - have you forgotten how the Tower of Babel collapsed?!"

"..."

"But we've sacrificed so much, Or."

The Lord of Mankind said calmly,

"Parents sacrifice their children, wives sacrifice their husbands. For the final victory, I can lose everything - I sacrifice my offspring because now I only have their loyalty to me, and I have nothing else."

Orr felt himself trembling with anger. The Lord of Mankind was right, even though he often acted in a double standard. But the question was, did he really solve the problem? It was like this ten thousand years ago, and it will be like this ten thousand years from now...

"At least Pluto and I are of the same kind,"

Neos said, looking at the chessboard.

"But he is luckier than me. At least now he can contribute his strength again... We will succeed."

"Don't be angry, Or."

The Lord of Mankind raised his eyes,

"The gods are about to fall... There's no need for us to feel depressed at this moment. If you are depressed, shouldn't you kill a god?"

(End of this chapter)