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

Chapter 868 [310.] The Great Dao is Obliterated

The two mighty men fought to the end of the galaxy, and the great way was wiped out.

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+The other one I can't get over. +
Mortarion said calmly, looking up at the sky. Over there, the Star God who had shattered the battlefield where Guilliman was was falling rapidly towards them.

Beside the Pale Lord, Guilliman opened his mouth but no sound came out. He knew what the Primarch was talking about. The Primarch, who had already become deeply psionic, naturally noticed the drastic changes that began to occur in the Supreme Being.

It was like the tide was receding rapidly, and he was beginning to have difficulty breathing, like a fish abandoned on the mudflat.

The warp is shrinking rapidly.

Thanks to Pluto.

Mortarion was silent. He stood there, looking up at the sky, thinking seriously about something. The white mist that was swirling around him slowly sank and became motionless.

+I think we should narrow down our psychic range now.+
Mortarion said this seriously, as if he was telling Hades that the Death Guard's burritos for lunch today must be mixed with three types of poison.

Guilliman nodded in agreement, and the originally majestic Primarch became silent. Like Mortarion, he raised his head and stared at the picture in the sky in disbelief.

There, the originally deep blue starry sky with a hint of fluorescence seemed to be flooded with dark sea water, which rapidly surged up to half of the sky, and the front waves had already lightly hit the feet of the giant moon.

+He...he finally woke up. +
Guilliman felt a little dry in the mouth, and he could see countless jumping black noises in his vision. This was not a sign of nervousness, but a sign that Pluto was approaching them.

Mortarion did not respond to him, as if Guilliman had said another nonsense.

+But, but, +
Guilliman took a deep breath.

+Mortarion... you can tell that's not him, right? +
Mortarion nodded slowly.

+Out of control,+
The Primarch said softly,

+Or ascension—but it makes no difference. +
Then, a quieter mumbling drifted into Guilliman's ears. Guilliman was startled, but did not say anything.
He distinctly heard Mortarion say,
+…Finally, I faced Him. Well, Karas won the bet. +
There was no more sound. The two Primarchs stared at the horizon solemnly, feeling the sudden receding tide of the Warp. They tried their best to contain their psychic energy within a reasonable range so as not to be noticed by the two gods who were preparing to wrestle each other.

Being watched is not a blessing.

+Who do you think will win? +
Guilliman said, and then he suddenly realized that his words were a bit redundant. Can Hades really defeat the Outsiders? The Primarch smiled bitterly. Perhaps he shouldn't dwell on this question. If the two Spears of Destiny of the Deathly Haunter were both fired at the Outsiders, this question would seem to have an answer.

But now there seems to be only one answer.

But Mortarion's voice surprised the Primarch.

+If He completely becomes Hades...+
There was a strange light in Mortarion's eyes.

+The odds are still in your favor—but how far have you come, Hades? +
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Pluto was the first to rush into the battlefield. He sprinted wildly in the restaurant, supported the table with one hand in an extremely handsome posture, jumped over the dining table that was higher than his waist, and landed in a perfect arc on the first front line.

He smoothly drew out the dinner knife from his waist. The pale light flashed across the silver blade. The short and prickly serrations looked non-threatening, but for some reason, there was an extremely strange and deadly aura in the hands of Hades.

Hades looked across and saw his dinner. His dinner was screaming, his dinner was talking, and his dinner was tightly clenching the fork in his hand. A huge groove appeared on his head, and the scar split the head of the outsider and went through the neck.

They bared their fangs at each other.

The outer person's body was surrounded by circles of pale white light like bubbles. It seemed gentle, but it pushed away the debris and fleet floating in the space without any resistance. The layer of white foam collided with the planet, and the planet rushed backwards lightly like an ocean ball floating on the water.

The darkness remained silent.

Within the starry sky, the substantial darkness stretched out like slime mold. The white light collided with the expanding darkness. The darkness wilted for a moment, but suddenly became more joyful and fierce.

In the deepest darkness, a tall humanoid being was floating in fragments. Dark black geometric metal blocks were floating, barely piecing together to outline a humanoid shape. Endless dark droplets gushed out from the gaps between the geometric metals, like a beating pulse. Some imperceptible inky arcs danced on the surface of metal.

They looked at each other and paused for a moment, as if they were thinking about where to start.

Some strange fluctuations occurred in the space between the two, but no creature knew what exactly happened. There was a lack of solids and life that could be observed directly, so the changes in the rules could not be well reflected and observed.

But the rules are indeed changing dramatically. If an unfortunate spacecraft enters here at this moment, its engine will explode with an unsettling sound or be extinguished forever. The metal that makes up its shell will also creak, and either disintegrate or turn directly into other more bizarre shapes.

Then, inside the huge restaurant, the madman who was screaming madly all the time took the first step.

Pluto's eyelids twitched as he saw the outsider rushing towards him in an extremely strange posture, waving the fork in his hand. Every time he waved it towards the void it was like sticking the fork in his hand into a piece of meat, but in fact there was nothing there.

The Outer Ones were screaming incoherently, and Hades could make out sporadic words among them - it was difficult for him to make out all the words, and the language the Outer Ones were shouting was as incomprehensible to Hades as the roar of the Yuanmou Man in Beijing.

The outsiders are shouting—

+Swallow!+
Devour!

The full moon moved, and the huge celestial body trembled faintly, drifting slowly towards the Black Sea like a giant ship. If any intelligent creatures looked up at this moment, they would see the moon swaying like a small boat towards the depths of the mirror lake in a bay without any other starlight. The white moon was like a huge inflatable toy, slowly and lightly drifting away.

It seemed light and beautiful, but in reality it was a brutal and cruel force and authority. However, the distance and cognitive gap covered this cruel scene with a veil. The Black Sea rolled up, and ripples appeared on the originally waveless lake surface. Then the ripples grew bigger and higher, and finally became higher than the mountains and darker than the stars.

Hades suddenly turned sideways, and the fork just brushed past his cheek. On the silver-white surface, his face was reflected as having no facial features, only a black hole. Greedy black water gushed out of the black hole, which made Hades realize that he himself was also extremely hungry.

He squatted down, then let the dinner knife in his hand carry his body out and pierce the opposite core. Some irresistible resistance pressed down on him, preventing him from moving forward. Pluto felt that his outstretched long arm was twisted by the logic of the outsider layer by layer.

It doesn't hurt, because his sense of pain has been deprived, or maybe Pluto doesn't need the sense of pain.

Pain is merely a means for lower creatures to warn themselves and dodge attacks. Higher-level administrators do not need it - unless the galaxy wants to punish them, unless they violate the rules they are supposed to abide by.

Just like the Outsider now - He escaped for too long, but finally came back dizzy under the foolishness of the clown.

+Kill!! Kill you! +
These words burst out from the countless roars of the Outsider, as if He was still in the Eldar webway of the past, staring tremblingly at the Laughing God Xigaoqi opposite Him.

+Loser.+
His enemies sneered without hesitation. The Lord of Nothingness and Greed swung the knife again. The originally silver-white blade had long been corroded by his breath and turned black. The Hades drew his knife with absolute greed.

He is far purer than the one opposite him. He is just hungry and wants to eat something.

+You were not the product of the core concept, and you even fled in the end - this is why I was born, the outer one, because you old generation of star gods are too lame, so the authority and concept chose me. +
Pluto laughed and sneered, but did he really think so? No, he just wanted to anger the opponent so that the outsider could better reveal the attractive core under the celestial ring.

Above the starry sky, the darkness that was originally spreading disorderly gathered and gradually condensed into a purer black hole. It was like a giant eye that stared straight at the moon falling towards it, and then lightning shot out straight from the center of the pupil.

Concepts, matter, mass, energy, fundamental forces - several means of attack from the physical world were mixed together, and eventually turned into a volcanic eruption like black mud. The space where the darkness passed was almost black. This was because the space had completely collapsed and could not be observed, so it could only appear as a dark color like some kind of galactic game loading error.

On the other side, a furious white light rose up, and some kind of collapse was actively triggered. The giant white star began to shrink inward, and the bright matter on the surface of the star god was thrown out and rushed straight into the depths of darkness.

Pluto was gasping for breath as he was pressed against the wall by the madman. He used his hands to block the fork that was thrust down from the outside. The silver fork flashed with a strange light and stabbed straight at his only intact right eye. The fork head rotated as if it was stabbing a strawberry on a cream cake, trying to poke his eyeball out.

Although the one on the outside is crazy, and because of his madness he is completely reckless and has forgotten many of his techniques - but this guy is incredibly strong, his power is still too great. This is the value of the only old thing that survived from ancient times. Apart from anything else, his energy and authority are definitely the largest.

Is this the old player who played the game since the server was launched?

In Pluto's eyes, the three-pointed fork was getting closer and closer.

He suddenly exerted force on his foot that was pinned by the outsider, and then kicked the outsider's body with all his strength. The outsider suddenly retreated backwards and crashed into the long table in the restaurant. Heavy muffled sounds rang out one after another. Hades slowly stood up and felt a little exhausted.

Fatigue and weakness made him feel even hungrier. The look in Hades' eyes became deeper, and countless voices clamored to devour him. The shackles of reason loosened, and he needed to loosen the authorities he controlled.

What’s next?
If Pluto still had some sense, he would have taken a long-term view, or used his authority to attack from a distance - but he was too hungry, and realized that in this war only the barbaric ones would survive, and the civilized and self-restrained would not be the chosen leaders.

So what can He do? What else can He do?
Without hesitation, he pounced towards the outsider like a hungry wolf.

Eating is the instinct of living things. It is a symbol that distinguishes living things, life, and subjective will from lower beings. Eating means plunder, it means plundering the environment and other living things, tearing external objects into pieces and turning them into one's own strength. If there were no other restrictions, there should be a being in this galaxy that is always devouring, always devouring - until He has eaten up everything He can swallow.

The black star fell towards the white moon.

A huge, dazzling, dizzying, tear-inducing, black scene unfolded in the starry sky. Even the Primarch could not accurately describe what was happening there - was it a dog devouring the moon? Or were two indescribable creatures like those in Cthulhu mythology stabbing their fangs at each other? Or were they just two celestial bodies colliding with each other, changing all the laws and authority around them?

No one knew, no one witnessed the whole process and the whole picture of the whole incident, just like a two-dimensional creature can only see the length and width but not the height. Mortarion only knew that he was crying, and there was a bright light like a supernova explosion in front of his eyes.

Then he felt that he was screaming and crying unconsciously.

This was not a sign of cowardice, because at this moment, the entire subspace was crying and screaming together - they were like unfortunate people tied to a secret room, huddling madly in the corner, and had to face two lunatics who were screaming and stabbing each other with knives.

Now the two lunatics were stabbing each other, tearing each other's flesh and blood with their hands, and stuffing their mouths with each other's flesh and blood impatiently. Blood splattered on the subspace that was trying to minimize its existence as much as possible. If the subspace was personified at this moment, it would probably have collapsed. It was screaming as it collapsed, trying to escape from here, but was blocked in a dead end.

Perhaps even more desperate is that after the two lunatics fought to produce the only winner, the one covered in blood and staggering to his feet from the dinner crumbs would hum a song, slowly turn around and look into the subspace.

His eyes showed the infinite enthusiasm of not having eaten enough——

You are next.

[I'm next.]
In the violent and disorderly turbulence of the Warp, Mortarion lay on the ground in the center of the altar like a pool of fish that had been dead for seven years, as if he could not be pulled out.

Compared to the other two Primarchs who were mentally prepared and able to withstand pressure from Hades, the First Rebel felt that he had a chance of becoming the first Primarch to be frightened to death.

But what else did he have to do.

He did not contact [Herrera] directly. The Primarch struggled to stretch out a hand and used his dark hand to draw the final content of the magic circle on the ground - the subspace that was now screaming desperately was the final premise for his spell.

Now the subspace here is screaming with the hope of going to a paradise where there are no star gods and no black domains - ignore the two lunatics who are screaming and stabbing each other not far away, this is the best time for the destiny to merge.

But the First Rebel's original intention was not to let the subspace in the main destiny escape from here.

On the contrary, he narrowed his eyes and thought of the subspace in his destiny.

It is time for all beings to feel pain.

(End of this chapter)