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

Chapter 690 138. The End of God-killing That Can Never Be Reached!
Faced with the cruel reality, the arrogant newborn burst into tears.

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The eyes of the half-lived god of death reflected a scene that frightened him to the core.
He didn't even know what was happening. He swallowed subconsciously with his mouth biting on the flesh, and his spine shuddered subconsciously.

In the bright yellow eyes that have not faded,

He saw a pitch-black figure standing in the void, with dazzling white arcs of electricity leaping between his palms. The same electric dragon, but hundreds of times thicker, was also entwined around the black star behind Pluto.

There was no mercy in His dark eyes.

The stars piled with black stones are like pure and light energy bodies, slowly hovering seven meters above the ground, calm and silent in Comoros.

The turbulent waves of the Warp were smoothed out in an instant. True power does not need to be uttered. Just by standing here, you will know His might.

The still staggering Eldar zombies fell straight down, and at the gap in the webway sky, the waves of the Warp roared. The Black Star vibrated at an extremely high frequency, instantly smoothing out the pouring waves of the Warp.

A vast and absolute darkness enveloped the Comoros.

Pluto landed, and Black Star slowed down his steps, step by step.

A black sickle appeared from his hand and dragged along the ground, leaving a deep groove in the earth.

+No--No!!!+
The God of Death who was entangled with Slaanesh screamed. He didn’t understand why he had to face such a horrifying thing just after his resurrection—His resurrection should be celebrated by the fall of a god, but not his own destruction!!!

The conceptual convergence began to struggle. Slaanesh and Death, who had just been biting each other, might have reached a brief alliance at this moment. The powerful muscles exploded at the snake's tail, and the twins simultaneously let out a scream that was enough to tear the sky apart!
The blood-soaked authority gurgled from their throats, and they shrank, but it would all be worth it!

The screams were layered and the twins sang loudly.

Click. Click.

At the bottom of the black star, cracks appeared at the part that came into contact with spiritual energy. The cracks did not look as thick as a finger from a distance, but in fact they were as big as the ground fissures caused by a volcanic eruption.

The resonance of the seven black stars began to become dissonant. Hades frowned and quickened his pace, traveling through space with every step, but Slaanesh and Death also retreated quickly enough.

The screaming continued - the resonant vibration of the subspace began, and the high-frequency sound waves echoed layer by layer, superimposed with ancient sounds that did not belong to the present moment.

click!
After a sudden shake, the first black star collapsed. Under the full force of the vast ocean, the concentration of spiritual energy in Comoros suddenly increased!
Under the gods, Mortarion coughed violently. Before the Black Star collapsed, he sent his guards away, leaving only him standing among the wreckage of the alien buildings and corpses.

He couldn't leave yet...if Hades failed...he would have to stay and finish the job.

The Lord of Dark Clouds, however, believed that Pluto would not fail - but at this moment this huge everything held him tightly, making him realize once again how insignificant he was.

On the other side, the emperor's eyes flashed with greed and joy, and the smile at the corner of his mouth widened, just like the bottomless emptiness in his heart.

ka ka ka-

The second and third black stars collapsed after completing their missions, and Pluto also arrived at his destination.

The mixed mass of Death and Slaanesh retreated in terror, the shadow of Hades looming over them.

The moment the dark monster swung its scythe, the god of death suddenly dragged their common body forward to attack!
He is the God of rebirth! He should control His authority! He should harvest the lives of all things! He represents the end of everything - not His own death!
The god pounces upon the dark falsehood, and the newborn throne lends its strength to forgiveness.
At this moment, the entire Warp was filled with weeping howls, just because a Warp God bravely swung his sword at the monster!

The Warp has suffered from Hades for a long time!!!

The god of death swung his arm to knock away Hades' scythe, and his fingers turned into sharp spikes, and he stabbed at Hades fiercely - but Hades held his hand tightly and he could not move.

The monster named Pluto roared angrily. His rage was so great that it shook the heavens and the earth, just like a cream-filled cake on the dining table that jumped up and bit his nose.

His anger made him swell even more. Darkness surged out of his human form, and he completely transformed into a giant beast with fangs all over his body.
The God of Death watched in amazement as the monster holding his arm turned into black water, and the darkness poured over the roaring twin gods like a gelatinous Newtonian fluid.

+No--No No No! Monster!!!+
The twin gods rolled over, their bodies becoming ethereal, trying to escape the erosion of the Styx, but the Styx had no mercy. He was ruthless and cold like inorganic matter, and was driven only by the law of devouring.

Hungry, hungry, hungry.

Bone-eating hunger.

The black stars collapsed one by one, but it was no longer because of the attack of the psychic field. Pluto took the initiative to shatter them, just to gain the efficiency at the moment when the black stars shattered.

Swallow, swallow, swallow with big mouthfuls to satisfy your insatiable stomach. You gain strength through swallowing and naturally become its vassal!
The gods' painful screams and struggles become your best appetizer. The rising cries are like the opening song of the news broadcast before dinner, which awakens your more ancient instincts. You always choose to start dinner at this time.

The thick and powerful snake tail struggles under you, but cannot break free, which prompts you to secrete more saliva. You bar your fangs and pierce them deep into the flesh and soul of the god.

You feel the god in your arms gradually becoming gentle, soft, and illusory—

Under your careless feet, blood and power flow together, forming a river of blood and lust. The corpses of the Eldar along the way are soaked in the blood of the last two gods of their race and fall into this river of greed and pain.

How wonderful.

The emperor thought that the tyrant no longer cared about his image. He jumped off the tower and crawled on the dirty ground like a drug addict. He sipped the blood that gushed out at the moment of the god's death. His figure became shining and strange.

No... no... no...

As Mortarion limped toward Hades, he thought of the worst-case scenario—Hades, you're out of control again.

This is not a good thing. He does not want to see his old friends sacrifice or leave now.

Fortunately, we have a plan.

Mortarion felt even weaker as he thought about it, the Eldar Death God's final struggle usurping much of his power - and squandering it on the fight back against Hades.

Unfortunately, the effect is not obvious.

The Primarch reached out and pulled out the modified hypercube from his neck. This would not trap Him, but would only calm Him down.

At the same time, on the top of the tower, Leon, who was pierced through the body by Koz's spear, turned around suddenly and kicked away the bat that was pouncing on him.

Koz fell back in pain, and the lion took the opportunity to reach back and grab the wrench on the console - his green eyes took one last glance outside the tower and saw Pluto fighting with the false god.

Lion Jonson pulled the wrench.

Above Comoros, the eternal sun, captured and imprisoned in the sky, began to fall.

Curze shouted angrily again, but this time the Lion did not struggle. The spikes that pierced the Primarch seemed to drain all his strength.

……

The stars began to fall.

Those hot guys fell into the mortal world and instantly ignited a raging flame, almost burning all the sin and filth. At the same time, the huge gravitational force began to work, and the uncontrolled stars began to slowly move closer.

Hades felt unnaturally warm.

He looked up in surprise, holding a knife and fork in his hands, and slashed the two-color cake on the plate in front of him into pieces as if to vent his anger, and the cream collapsed from the high part of the cake base.

Behind Hades, Mona Lisa, dressed in gorgeous clothes, has blood flowing from the corner of her mouth and is smiling brightly.

He looked up and saw the light bulbs above the dining table swaying in layers, with hourglass-shaped light pouring down from them, with the dinner plate right in the center.

The warmth that surprised him was emitted by these light bulbs, and a faint black powder was sprinkled among these light bulbs.

Hades thought about it, his instinct was playing tricks on him, so he reached out and touched the light bulbs.

The light bulbs collided with each other, and after a very short and intense white light, they merged and began to collapse, becoming something pitch black, a completely opposite existence to the light they had emitted before.

That's a black hole.

But Hades didn't know, so he continued to scan the restaurant. The bat doll on the decorative shelf fell with the little lion tied to it. On the ground were countless little robots in red robes and tall and big vehicles.

The clock facing him had long been broken, and now it had turned into a deep pool. Time was flowing back at this moment, connecting to the moment when the cake was born.
Hades saw the eyes peeking at this place from there - surprisingly, he didn't feel disgusted.

Maybe it’s from a friend.

There was a gentle and polite knock at the door, but Hades didn't want to open it because he knew it wasn't for him. He lowered his head and prepared to finish the meal on the plate, even though the strange purple and yellow cake was screaming, struggling, crying, and begging for mercy.

But it's just a piece of cake after all.

And cakes are meant to be eaten.

Hades thought about it, and then a sound attracted him, like the sound of some moth's wings flying, which made him strangely give up the idea of ​​continuing to eat.

Then Hades saw the most shocking scene.

A huge gray-green moth was flying towards him with its broken wings flapping, but for some reason it had a fly swatter on its seven feet that was big enough to give Hades a swatter.

No, buddy?

Hades' mind went blank for a moment - then he remembered everything.

He lowered his head and slowly released the hands that were clutching the god of death. Only half of his skull was left with brains flowing out. It was really strange. Could gods also have brains?
"Ah-ah!"

Hades remembered their plan.
"Motari--moth smash! Moth smash!!!"

He raised his head and hugged the dying twin gods tightly to prevent the unfortunate fellow from escaping.

"Come here! Moth smash!!!"

Hades raised his head and shouted, feeling extremely tired, with psychic energy squeezing him, or perhaps it was because he had eaten too much.

"The God of Death is in our hands! Come and seize the power!!"

Fortunately, they are still alive - time disorder is fluctuating around Hades, but don't panic, this is a normal phenomenon before the death of a god.

Tenacity... Tenacity...

Stars collided near them, and the shock wave almost knocked Mortarion away, but his steps remained firm, and he heard Hades' cry from afar.

Mortarion breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not understand why this scene could make him relax. Next to the dying twin gods, stars exploded one after another and collapsed into black holes.

Day and night exist at the same time, light and spiritual energy are distorted together near the planet, and time has begun to fall into chaos at this moment.

Comoros was completely torn into pieces.

Buildings in Comoros were pulled up, and pieces of building materials fell into the black hole one by one. It was almost there, almost there—

Mortarion felt himself being caught in the gravity of the nearest black hole, and he was using all his strength to resist the force.

There's nothing to relax about.

Mortarion felt inexplicably amused, as the dark liquid condensed into two eye-catching traces from under his eyes. But at least in this land that seemed like the end of the world, they achieved their last combat goal.

[For the last goal, I will temporarily steal the power of the God of Death and kill Slaanesh... This way you don't have to bear too much psychic energy, Hades. Violating the prophecy may cause another countercurrent in the subspace. We don't need to take risks again.]

How did it end up like this...? He still overestimated himself, Mortarion thought sarcastically.

Arrived at the destination... right next to Hades holding the half-dead Slaanesh and Death in his arms.

Mortarion staggered and half-knelt. Hades, who also looked embarrassed, looked at him, but his face was mostly covered with blood and brain matter from the false god.

Two-dimensional fragments splashed down beside them. They were scattered authority, slowly drifting towards the warp—

No, none of that was what Mortarion wanted. These were all scattered by Slaanesh, and the newly born god of death did not even deserve to scatter enough fragments.

Hades stared at Mortarion with an anxious and worried look on his face, and at the same time anxiously stuffed the twitching half-body of the God of Death in his arms into Mortarion's arms.

【…】

Mortarion felt a rare pain. He knew what Hades meant. Hades wanted him to seize the power of the God of Death - but how should he do it? Like Hades?
He recalled the moment when he usurped Nurgle's power, and the taste of Nurglings still lingered between his teeth -

Mortarion came to terms with it.

The black hole formed by the gathering of multiple stars was rapidly expanding towards them. Mortarion believed that Hades, who had just lost control, did not want to use the power of the star god for the time being.

Let them be and wait until Hades recovers. The star gods can change the laws of physics, so there is no rush.

But they all overlooked two things.

First, the closer you get to a black hole, the slower your time will go, until you seem to be frozen on the surface of the black hole, where the laws of physics still apply, just as gravity is solid.

People falling into a black hole would not be able to notice that time has slowed down; only observers outside would see their movements slow down.

Second, this is not just a black hole. In Commorragh, where time is in chaos due to the dying of Slaanesh, the time field begins to collapse due to the formation of a black hole.

"Hurry—eat quickly."

Hades spoke incoherently, and Mortarion refused to see what fell out of his mouth. The Lord of Clouds was silent for a moment, then pulled the heart out of the chest of the blinded God of Death.

Winning and losing is always so cruel.

+Ho-ho-ho!!!+
【I am the god of death.】

Mortarion said, taking off his gas mask, a smile spread across his lips, he raised his head and opened his mouth,

【I am Mortarion. I am death.】

In the turbulent warp, the skinny hand on the new chair was covered by another white bone. The god of death half-sat in his seat gently, with white mist flowing from his mouth and nose.

Whoever sits on this chair is the orthodox one.

+No.+
Mortarion said, rising.
At the same time, Hades pulled the dead Eldar corpse over, revealing the other half of Slaanesh that was still alive, making it easier for Mortarion to kill it.

+This position is even more filthy than Nurgle - it won't be me if anyone takes it. +
+But Death will slay Slaanesh. +
Mortarion said, swinging his scythe at the god.

On the chair, the shadowy figure, who had not yet sat firmly, stood up slowly and left the seat amid the buzzing sound of curses in the vast ocean.

Behind them, the black hole arrived at this moment. Within the observable range, Mortarion’s movements became slower and slower, slower and slower—slower and slower, until it seemed to be frozen!!!

The gods on the opposing sides began to exert their strength at the same time.

The fragments of the power of the gods before their death splashed, and no one caught them. They followed the laws and tried to find a host nearby...

……

"Round three."

Neos looked at the chessboard. The crisscrossing cracks almost broke the entire board apart. Round black holes floated in the air, pulling up the broken plates.

He stared thoughtfully at the absurd scene that was almost stagnant. The Lord of Dark Clouds had already half disappeared, which was a unique phenomenon of ascension - but he walked down again by himself.

He didn't hold much power over the God of Death... so he wouldn't be confined to a chair.

It's those exposed powers... Let Neos and another gambler come.

"But - there is still a little grudge that has not been resolved."

The emperor said,
"Four is down, five is next, it's my kids' turn."

"They need to hurry up. Time in Comoros can't maintain a steady state for long."

The Lord of Mankind looked up and saw another gambler, looking exhausted, sitting opposite him.

(End of this chapter)