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

Chapter 856 [298.] Hello? Does anyone care about Galaxy's life or death?

The Milky Way is dark.

The stars were dim and trembling slightly, as small as flies. The huge, unhealed scars still ran across the Milky Way. The Spear of Moros thrown by the fallen dead was as bright as thick ink, leaving an unforgettable picture on every living being who looked directly at the starry sky.

The injured god was roaring, and the outsider - a real, still perfect god was leaping, and the space was like a stone in front of it, which could be easily crossed by raising its foot.

The Milky Way is watching everything.

The soil from which the Warp sprang was magical enough to give birth to brilliant civilizations, supreme wisdom - and true gods.

Perhaps it is resisting the fate of the entire universe. Since the explosion of the singularity, the increase in entropy has been inevitable. The vast universe will inevitably turn into nothingness in the chaos and disorder. At that time, everything will merge, and there will be chaos, without rules and boundaries.

Only in heat death is eternal.

Perhaps the galaxy also has will - it seems that it should not be called consciousness - but rather a kind of upstream against the overall environment - or perhaps concepts and rules also have their own choices from a certain perspective.

In a corner of the universe, between the Andromeda Galaxy and the Local Galaxy Group, a small galaxy is using its own soil to breed weapons to fight against fate.

gods.

Gods, deities, deus, δαμων, different civilizations give them different titles, and the existences they refer to are also different, but the general outline of the image is certain.

Powerful, irresistible, and beyond human power.

But this is just the ants' definition of God.

The Galaxy has its own choices.

God, whether it is Chaos or Star God - Galaxy's concept and definition of this is extremely rigorous and never vague -

A collection of unified concepts and authority.

This is the complete summary and description of the "God" in the galaxy, an individual that brings together the power of nature and the galaxy and has a certain self-will.

Perhaps the birth of Chaos was also a kind of tacit approval of the Galaxy, dividing and classifying the disordered subspace - and the Star Gods were a more proactive attempt by the Galaxy.

Give authority to the will.

Apply your will to authority.

Different, similar, and mutually harmonious concepts and rules began to merge automatically, on top of those wills that were compatible with them, or perhaps wills simply sprouted from among these authorities.

But the return journey remains the same.

Will has the ability to resist - will itself is a rebellious existence - will is the best portrayal of confrontation and struggle. No rules will resist their underlying logic, but life and will themselves can negate the basic will of their own existence and evolve further.

The wind can blow away paper but cannot blow away butterflies. The meaning of life lies in disobedience and in using one's own abilities to forcibly change the rules. The universe is a damn bean porridge of various colors that is slowly merging into one, and will has the ability to pick out those different beans and rearrange and classify them.

Perhaps just like the will and civilization that were born from it, the Galaxy refuses to increase entropy and refuses heat death.

It requires a will - a will that integrates the authority of one side of the world - only in this way can it resist entropy increase - but the direct integration of authority will only bring disorderly chaos. There must be a real winner who will classify these authorities when unifying them, endure the conflict between different concepts and authorities, and prevent their complete integration.

This is unity.

Just like the great game in the highest heaven, the final and final outcome is destined to be unity. Starting from nine, all power will be unified.

This is the source of the mutual devouring among the star gods. The curse and blessing bestowed upon them since their birth have destined them to embark on a path of cannibalism among their own kind. The last survivor will step into the temple and be crowned the galaxy.

The great game of the physical and psychic sides is unity, and this is the law chosen by the galaxy.

The one on the outside is screaming, at a volume loud enough for the galaxy to hear. It is the last survivor, but not the ultimate winner. It is a coward who abandoned his armor and fled, a weakling who fled in panic, too kind, too hesitant, and too cowardly.

If the galaxy had a will—it would probably be angry.

If the Milky Way were more human, and the onlookers could try to translate those grand and difficult-to-classify concepts -

It might be cursing, jumping up and down, yelling at these civilizations and wills, asking if there were something wrong with their brains. The physical gods that it had cultivated with so much effort were crushed by the slaves it had cultivated, and those slaves, after breaking their own shackles, did not choose to continue on the path of resisting the increase of entropy. Instead, they put on collars themselves and chose the same path as the last star god, self-exile.

Is there no civilization or existence that cares about the ultimate fate of the galaxy and the final outcome of resistance to the entire dark universe?
Why do one or two people, after becoming the greatest civilization or will in the galaxy, choose to exile themselves or indulge themselves?
First the Old Saints, then the Star Gods, then the Necrons, and then the rising Eldar Empire also fell into decline.

In contrast, the shadow of the entire galaxy - the Warp became amiable, starting with Nine, counting down, and finally returning to One. The Four Gods agreed to the start of the Great Game and tried diligently to facilitate the birth of the Dark Lord - but the damn bastard Dark Lord rejected it, just like the damn Outsider.

Afterwards, the Chaos God was shattered and divided, just like the Star God of the past was scattered into pieces, and the power was dispersed again.

Yes, dispersion is a good thing, it is a reflection of rejecting the increase of entropy, but dispersion is also a bad thing. Excessive dispersion of power represents weakness. Even if one can have a place in the Milky Way, it is still not enough to look up at the real sky and face the malice of the universe.

*****!

Listen carefully, this is the Galaxy swearing. Of course, the Galaxy obviously does not have a will, does not have a unified personality, these are all manifestations of certain rules and concepts, but it is clear that they are not very satisfied with the current picture.

But listen carefully, look closely - you will see the galaxy's dissatisfaction.

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Pluto and Hades opened his eyes again and again and again.

But the scene in his eyes was not the ceiling of the intensive care unit, nor was it Malcador's face pointing at him and scolding him, nor was it the stars in the Milky Way - it was darkness.

It was so dark that Hades thought he hadn't opened his eyes.

So Hades tried to open his eyes again, and then he thought that he was probably open-eyed, but the environment he was in was too dark. The King of Hell thought about it, and the inside of several balls of flames turned pale white, while the outer outlines were pitch black.

Only then could he barely see the environment clearly - it was still the restaurant where he fell into the illusion before, but everything was dim, and the paintings that were originally hanging on the wall were gone, even the "Mona Lisa" was gone.

Instead, there is a huge, chaotic painting, the entire oil painting is filled with one color, without any omission, without any outline or shape.

Just one color.

It seems to fill the entire world.

Hades scratched his head, unable to tell what the color was - it was obviously a color that had not been named or defined, a color that had never been seen by humans, the Necrontyr, the Zerg, or any civilization or will.

But at the first sight of it, Hades knew that this color was the final color - it was formed by an even mixture of all colors, and then only this color existed, and there would be no other brilliant colors.

This is obviously a color that makes people subconsciously feel uncomfortable.

Hades blinked and tried to get out of this illusion - he had to return to the battlefield. He tried his usual method, but failed.

So he began to try to find a door or window in this room. The action of "leaving" would allow him to withdraw from his deep will and return to the outside world.

But then he discovered that the whole environment was changing.

As he walked, the restaurant seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. A rustling sound was heard under Hades' feet. He looked down and saw large pieces of Tyranid shells - the inside was empty, and the flesh and internal organs had been devoured by some existence.

Hades wiped his mouth subconsciously and looked away guiltily.

It shouldn't be him.

But it was probably him.

He continued walking, praying that he would not encounter the rice cooker spraying Makado again, but fortunately nothing happened.

He was still walking, but a faint roar came from outside the house. The storm was howling, getting louder and louder, with madness and unclear chants.

This seemed to be some kind of fellow, Hades thought, and hearing the voice made him even hungrier, and it seemed as if another being was watching him and drooling, like a blind bear walking towards him upright in the dark.

But the house had neither doors nor windows now, so they were both probably safe now.

Finally, he arrived at where he thought he should be.

The ghost fire around Hades stretched forward and upward. After seeing clearly what was in front of him, Hades raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He saw a workbench, exactly the same as the one he had in his own home before he had his big luck in life, except that there were no his beloved chess pieces on it, but countless scattered puzzle pieces that were merging into each other.

Do you want him to fight?
Hades sat down and pushed the mountain of puzzle pieces aside, ready to clear a clean piece of the table to start the puzzle, but then his hand touched something at the bottom of the puzzle mountain. Hades blinked and pulled the thing out.

It was a thin booklet.

It says "The Galaxy's Guide to Self-Rescue".

Hades subconsciously looked back and it was obvious that the monster outside the house seemed to have obtained the same thing as him.

Some existence chose him, chose Pluto - the worst of the worst options, because other existences were so disappointing.

Oh no, maybe the Lord of Change in the High Heaven can also give us some expectations—

That is, provided that the damn Lord of Mankind stops playing his boring little tricks.

But is this realistic? It is clearly not.

Before solving the puzzle, Hades opened the booklet.

(End of this chapter)