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

Chapter 873 [315.] The loser eats dust!!!
The long and sharp bone spurs penetrated deeply into the flesh, and the scarlet thorns pierced into the palm and pierced through the back of the hand. As the original body trembled slightly and exerted force, its breathing rose and fell as if it was alive.

Blood flowed from the wound like streams, and was immediately absorbed by the scarlet sword.

The Wolf Shepherd God was trembling, his eyes were bloodshot, and he clung to the sword tightly.

The hybrid of the other Emperor and Tzeentch was as huge as a hill. The Wolf God had to stand on the armrest of the Golden Throne in a funny posture, pressed against the two lumps of flesh that were rising and falling against each other. The wound on his chest that was pierced by Guilliman was pressed against the monster that exuded an ominous aura. He felt some unbearable and piercing pain pouring in from the wound, gnawing at his soul.

Such pain was enough to kill a person directly, or make a powerful Primarch fall into a coma, but the Wolf God simply held the sword tightly, exerting strength with both arms, as if his life goal was to pull out the sword.

A huge wave of psychic energy roared out as the sword trembled slightly, almost directly repelling the Wolf God - the spiritual sea roared, and those blue monsters that obeyed Guilliman's orders were directly overturned and thrown into the bottomless distance.

[You will die if you do this too! ! ! ]
Guilliman roared with a hideous face. The Primarch was no longer able to stop the Wolf-God. The surging psychic energy rushed towards the betrayer from ten thousand years ago. The force was not only enough to blow the Primarch away, but also enough to consume all the golden hair and blow it away.

On the other side, the Lord of Mankind standing next to Guilliman was still unsteady, his black hair mixed with white hair flying in the hurricane, and the Emperor's feet tilted, as if he was about to fly out - and then hit Horus hard.

[I know you want to win - I can make you a deal! Horus!! Let go of that sword - you will release two devils!!! Either one of them is enough to destroy humanity and the empire!!!]
Guilliman opened his arms, looked towards the Wolf God, and shouted at the top of his lungs. Light burst out of his pupils, and countless blue satin-like shadows hung down, but were blown away again by the huge storm on the Golden Throne. Countless phantoms of the hands of fate stretched down, but they dared not attack the mountain of flesh that was gradually rising on the Golden Throne.

[Power, money - or do you want the reins around your father's neck?! Horus - I can give you both if you and I join forces - let go of your hands!!!]
The Wolf God's pupils trembled violently for a moment, but he knew that the arrow had been shot and there was no turning back. Blood oozed from his clenched teeth. The Wolf God felt that the spinal sword in his hand seemed to weigh as much as a mountain.

Countless chants and illusions rushed towards the Wolf God. Suddenly, a layer of haze covered the pupils of the Original Body. The Wolf God's pupils shrank, as if he was trapped in a deeper illusion.

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+Let's gamble——Lord of Humanity, lol. +
+Open! +
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+Guilliman... this is what I promised, wise king. You see, your father used your fate so lightly - he regarded your fate as a casual victim. +
[......]
The blue eyes of the lucky man favored by the gods sparkled, and the warm flames in the fireplace in the lounge crackled. Bits of bright blue sparks fell on the thick cashmere blanket on the primarch's knees, and disappeared after a slight sound.

So this is the reason for the uneven tilt of Chaos... Guilliman pondered, Lord of Change, Tzeentch descended from a higher-dimensional narrative, and He came with joy, hoping to inflict a heavy blow on this empire that had not yet experienced storms, in order to prepare for the time when the lines of fate merged.

Guilliman's eyes were unclear. The Lord of Macragge thought for a moment, then asked calmly,

[But you chose Magnus.]
+Tsk, Magnus~ Of course his fate is more exciting... How can I ignore it? +
In another fate line, Tzeentch should have chosen Magnus, and they did not get along very well - Guilliman smelled a hint of contempt and anger.

Magnus... [Guilliman] said to himself, this will be the sharp sword he will use to stab Tzeentch.

Later, he suddenly realized that his father, the Emperor, had also chosen such a sword, and the name of that sword was Malcador.

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Tzeentch... [Guilliman]...

The Wolf God was in a trance, and he felt that the sword in his hand had begun to move upwards a little - it had actually left the Golden Throne, which was huge good news.

The Primarch felt like he was about to fall apart, but he gritted his teeth and continued to pull out the sword. It hurt, it hurt so much - but would it be more painful and heartbreaking than when Sanguinius fell from the sky? Probably not.

Thinking of this, the Wolf Shepherd God believed that he was about to die again. Only when he was on the verge of death would he try to face the past and his memories.

But now is not a good time to reminisce about the past. The Wolf Shepherd God continued to exert his strength. The shouts and persuasion of Guilliman in the distance turned into a buzzing in his ears. Every time the sword moved upward, those ghosts and memories rushed towards him.

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【? ? ? 】

【Terra Underground Palace】

+Hehehe, so arrogant, so small, but still struggling to hold on, Neos? +
A kind of dazzling blue light was shining throughout the entire Terra's underground labyrinth space, and a gigantic eerie shadow was lingering above the burning skinny figure - [Malcador] with flying white hair, wide-open mouth and eyes, arms shouting upwards, and the dazzling blue flames on his body were as flickering and dazzling as a supernova explosion.

The mocking voice came from the phantom, and the alien-like "facial features" danced in the blue flames, and extreme malice without a trace of positive emotion danced in the blue flames.

+I should have realized this earlier.+
The golden giant stood, the Emperor's body expanded several times, his black hair flying, like a cloak fluttering in the wind.

+Why is the Chaos Octagon out of balance... I once wrote a paper to explore whether the Chaos Octagon could be balanced - but then the paper was rejected and severely criticized by my supervisor - now that I think about it, it was you who did it. +
What does this have to do with Tzeentch? ! But the Lord of Change just sneered and followed the idiot to talk about other nonsense!

+You are not the only creature who realizes the imbalance of Chaos Octagon, but this is fate, Neos, thanks to your bet, so deeply grateful to the other you, I can reach the current grand occasion - yes, so beautiful, you listen - the music of the highest heaven is so harmonious at this moment, neither the humming in the garden nor the panting in the palace can be heard, even the blood pool is rarely quiet, they are all shut up now, it's a pity that I can no longer hear their chattering quarrels. +
+……+
+Me too? +
+——?! +
+Hehehe... fate is so wonderful, Neos - the King of Darkness is your final path... no matter which fate you take... you will eventually embark on it. I am really touched that the High Heaven treats you so well. +
+Then it's not your work.+
The Emperor said with certainty, his face righteous. He stared at the burning Malcador, the Lord of Change behind the old man. The Emperor paced slowly, and the blazing, ferocious blue flames stopped around him, as if restrained by the golden light.

+There are things you can't predict, Lord of Change, and this is where the Empire wins. +
+Win?+
Hysterical laughter suddenly filled the entire underground maze, as if nine hundred and ninety-nine hundred and ninety-nine billion people opened their mouths at the same time and laughed out loud. The heavy laughter overlapped, echoing on the corpses of the imperial guards lying quietly on the ground, and sounding in the mouths of the great Tzeentch demons who were laughing and waving their staffs.

+Oh~oh! My dear, my favorite gambler Neos, of course you will win - of course after winning you will lose everything! Hahahaha!!! +
+But you have lost now, Lord of Change - I will not let you take the Primarchs with you. +
The Emperor's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. He looked at Malcador in front of him. The old man's figure was more hunched and more charred, just like a meteor passing by the sky, bright and short-lived. +Is that so? +
The Lord of Change pointed suddenly, and the outer layer of the maze suddenly lit up with bright blue dots. The Emperor's expression suddenly changed, and the Lord of Humanity turned around. His black and gold pupils reflected the stumbling No. 15 who was running towards them while wiping his tears.

It was at this moment that the Emperor learned the name of Crimson One Fifteen - Magnus.

+You lose this round! +
The Lord of Change laughed.

+Feel the feeling of being betrayed by your own child - Neos - I've wanted you to feel this for a long time! +
[Emperor] turned his head, and everything seemed to be in slow motion. The red-skinned child rushed towards them with a determination and resolve that did not belong to his age. His eyes were obscured by some kind of mist, as if he had lost his pupils.

The powerful psychic energy unique to Tzeentch shone on him, powerful enough to create a psychic storm above Terra that led directly to the High Heavens.

A dazzling blue light, powerful enough to burn the Emperor's soul, burst forth.

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+You lose this round. +
The Lord of Change turned his head.

He saw the soul of the Red One Magnus running towards them - no, not Magnus, but Robert Guilliman, who was favored by Magnus with all his soul and life.

+Who started this game of chess first? +
[Lord of Mankind] spoke calmly, but his voice was tainted with a certain kind of oppression and evil that could not be ignored. The darkness infected the mind of [Lord of Mankind], and ten thousand years of pain had profoundly shaped and changed him.

+No...How is this possible?! +
The Lord of All Changes roared. He wanted to leave here, but time and space overlapped. He was invited here thousands of years ago, and his shadow still remained here.

+Why is it Magnus again? ! ! ! +
The Lord of Change almost screamed out of his wits, the huge Chaos wanted to escape - but how could the Emperor and Guilliman, who were rushing towards this direction, do what He wanted? The Spinal Blade of Magnus in Guilliman's hand was shining with blue light at this moment. This was the pass that Tzeentch had given to Magnus in the past, asking the Primarch to let Him enter Terra.

At this moment, the pass turned into shackles, tightly binding Tzeentch to the subspace realm of Terra.

The Lord of Change almost shed tears and applauded because of the coincidence and overlap of fate in this scene - the premise is that the protagonist in the play is not Him. In order to prevent the farce of the past from happening again, He locked the soul and destiny of Magnus tightly - but unexpectedly, it was broken by Guilliman with sufficiently cruel and absurd means.

+You had expected this from the beginning? ! +
The [Emperor] said nothing, but there was a strand of white hair in his palm - the blue flame danced in the hand of the [Lord of Mankind], coming from [Malcador] a thousand years ago.

Pitch-black flames burned around him, the golden light in his eyes was swallowed by the darkness, and the long sword in his hand was burning with black flames.

+You will not leave today, Tzeentch.+
The [Emperor] said calmly, his eyes were completely black, but even more so than the previous gold, they contained a hint of despair and calmness that was deeper to the end.

The Emperor glanced sideways at Mortarion who had just severely injured him - the First Rebel was unconscious at the side and just missed this scene.

Then, he looked up and met the gaze of Guilliman who was rushing towards him with a sword in hand. The ambitious and cold-blooded king gave the Emperor a brilliant smile, his cheeks stained with blood - the blood was warm, coming from the Spinal Sword in his hand.

This kid is really cruel.

The Emperor realized this belatedly. He had originally thought that Guilliman would at least be a little moved by Magnus's sacrifice and blessing, but now it seems that Guilliman has no such concerns or sympathy at all.

This is a good thing, the child is capable of running the empire.

[Emperor] thought slowly, raised the long sword in his hand, and wisps of blue flames climbed up the sword like water snakes - this was to increase the concentration of Tzeentch's spiritual energy in this space, so as to completely hold Tzeentch back.

+I will not leave either - you have lost again, Tzeentch, you have already lost since the moment you made the contract with the other me, I have never regretted it, as long as humans can survive - it is all the same. +
+All the same. +
The Emperor repeated his words, charging towards the Lord of Change - even if he died today, Tzeentch would be left behind, and he must be pinned down to give the Imperium of Man some breathing space.

Tzeentch's screams made his ears bleed.

+You're just going to do this -? ! ! Sacrifice yourself - sacrifice all your fate - to help that side? ! Emperor - I can help you become the Dark Lord - we can divide the throne in two!!! +
+All the same. +
The Emperor said that He had completely accepted his own nature and the despair and pain that came upon him, and that great power was enough to allow Him and Tzeentch to fight each other to a mutual loss.

Raging waves of black and blue rolled, and then the newborns joined the battle. The already seriously injured Emperor was unable to fight back, and with open arms, He grabbed the Lord of Change, and together they fell towards the Golden Throne.

In front of them, a smiling Guilliman stabbed down the sword - the sword formed by Magnus' life, soul and determination pierced through their blood, flesh, soul and bone marrow.

laugh! ! !
It hurts, it really hurts.

The Emperor thought - this would be all he would think about for the next ten thousand years.

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laugh! ! !
The Wolf God fell back suddenly, and between his raised hands, the completely pulled out spinal sword looked bright red and ferocious.

(End of this chapter)