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

Chapter 874 [316.] Come on!
The bone sword was dripping with blood, and long and sharp bone spurs grew on the sides. Hot steam rose from the dilated bone spurs. Those bone spurs winding out from the spine seemed to have just been released from a cage, and they were breathing more and more.

The Wolf Shepherd God was trembling, with a blank vision before his eyes.

The huge spiritual pressure was silently pressed down, and when the real great power descended, it was unexpectedly lonely and boundless, the great sound was silent, everything was silent, which made the air at the moment seem unusually clean and clear.

Everything seemed to be paused.

In the distance, Guilliman had his eyes wide open with a look of horror and complete shock, while the Emperor showed a hint of mischief, and further away, Horus had his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open as if he wanted to say something.

Drop after drop, warm and smelly blood slid down his hands - the hot and smelly blood seemed to be the only moving thing in this space... The touch awakened the Wolf Shepherd God.

The Wolf Shepherd God slowly lowered his head, as if he just remembered what he had just done and what he had just released.

That huge malice was staring at him.

【……——? 】

Horus opened his mouth and watched as the wolf god's body swayed slightly in a time that seemed to stand still. Then, he fell backwards with his eyes wide open.

The next moment——a huge fountain of black mud gushed out from the unsealed throne! ! ! !
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pain.

despair.

anger.

Pain, resentment, anger, revenge, revenge, hatred.

It hurts so much...

Dark, dark, falling into the boundless sea of ​​pain, he heard them, he saw them, he felt them, how could he not cry for it, not grieve for it, not be angry for it? The pain and tragedy fell on their shoulders, and they sank into the blue night of the eternal sun.

It hurts so much... so much that I can't breathe, can't speak, can't open my eyes wide, can't draw my sword. My bone marrow and nerves seem to be nailed together at one point, and every struggle brings unbearable pain.

He only wanted to shed tears - was he crying for himself or for others? In the boundless sea of ​​sinking - the memories of the past were already the dimmest stars on the horizon of the dark ocean, and now, those faint stars were hanging at the farthest end of the black sea, swaying with the waves as if they would sink at any time and never rise again.

He squinted his eyes tightly, and stared into the distance at the stars that once brought him light and warmth. A tiny ray of light was reflected in his dim and dark eyes.

He saw those people, he saw those soldiers, he saw his former friends, he saw the children.

children……

He remembered.

The darkness surged with anger, instinct, struggle in pain, revenge, and mission.

He felt the stinging blue, that strange blue that carried with it a mixture of complete incomprehension and anger—the raging blue waves rolled and screamed, as if even after ten thousand years he would not be able to understand what had just happened.

What exactly happened?
Oh, "again", it's Magnus again.

Magnus...

It was too long ago... He couldn't remember it anymore.

The blazing red was blocked by countless short and thin black figures. More and more black figures stood up silently, drowning out the once bright and vivid colors, leaving a dark shadow in His palm.

Only bestial anger and pain remained.

The darkness roared and rolled over, pouncing on the dazzling blue and biting the screaming monster tightly. The blue feathers were torn off and fluttered, dyeing the magnificent throne into a dirty and colorful dog-eat-dog scene.

There is no truth or glory in this world. The whole truth is that one is struggling to survive.

The Lord of Change screamed - He probably could not understand - or was unwilling to accept being defeated by Magnus again - even though the real sword wielder was Guilliman, and it was also Guilliman who manipulated the game - but fate still stubbornly chose the Primarch who had annoyed him the most back then.

Doing it again gave Him too much imagination - He treated the rest of Chaos with caution, but still stumbled on stupid people. The Lord of Change may have never looked at Magnus in the eye - even after being tricked by the Red King, he was still unwilling to respect this foolish but wise red-skinned Primarch.

The Lord of Change gave Magnus enough surveillance and taboos - but ignored that all this could still be carried out - after the death of the Primarch.

[Robert Guilliman] is smart and cruel enough... In this round, the Lord of Change was defeated again by the Primarch He chose.

The Lord of Change roared, screamed, rolled, and struggled as he was torn apart by the Dark Lord. He was in pain, feeling incredibly shocked and angry. He did not understand, nor could he accept, why he was imprisoned on the Golden Throne. He should have disrupted the fate and the empire at this moment, and turned the Primarch into a puppet between his fingers. However, at this moment, he was dragged by the Dark Lord and fell into darkness together.

Both jade and stone will be destroyed.

The Emperor, Neos, the Lord of Mankind, and the Dark Lord favored this choice so much that they would rather abandon everything and bring down Tzeentch with unimaginable determination and pain.

He does not desire his own victory, does not care about his own life or death, and does not care about his own fate. He only knows that he has to pull Tzeentch down, strangle the throat of this Chaos, and tell him to stop singing, to stop singing teasing songs to fate.

He handed over the empire to the son who betrayed him - without any regrets.

But when he - the moment he stood up again - he completely disappeared, and the monster god with dark eyes stood up, cruel and cold.

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Guilliman was roaring.

He roared at the top of his lungs, denouncing the enemy's stupidity. A huge blue light descended, as if trying to press down the fountain gushing from the throne.

But a more evil, deeper blue light grew out - darker in nature than him, more distant than him, and more powerful than him.

[Horus] opened his mouth wide, unable to make any reaction. The scene before him was beyond the imagination of any Primarch and beyond the most extreme dreams of mankind. Countless low-dimensional and high-dimensional blue wings, as big as the sun, as small as quarks, every strand of feathers was clear, and each strand pierced [Horus]'s eyes clearly. Each strand was a complete world, and each strand was forced into His brain and soul.

With everything in front of him blurry, Horus fell straight back, but no one cared about the Primarch's embarrassment at the moment. The smile on the Lord of Mankind's mouth grew bigger and bigger, while Guilliman tried desperately to escape from here.

The Emperor and the Lord of Change whom he betrayed - neither of them will let him go.

If Guilliman faced one of them alone, he might still have a chance of winning and surviving, but now, the two monsters that had just been released were staring at him together, they were crazy and hysterical, there was no reason or logic in their eyes, only anger mixed with various colors. He was pierced by a long sword and nailed to the throne for ten thousand years.

This resentment is already strong enough.

A mixed ocean of black and blue rushed towards Guilliman. The Emperor raised his eyes and saw that Guilliman still had the strength to fight - he could not help but marvel at how much power the Lord of the Empire had accumulated for the Human Empire. In these ten thousand years, what had this Guilliman achieved?
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[Chaos Empire] Within the territory, huge reproductive machines roared among the numb workers - the empire relied on three main methods to increase its population: cloning, chaos reproductive eggs, and human factories.

Human clones are used to produce canned humans, who are born adults and start working.

Chaos Spawn is used to produce more perfect believers, connected to the High Heavens, and produces psionic ammunition packs.

Human factories are used to produce large quantities of souls - although the quality varies and cannot be guaranteed, they are the cornerstone of the existence of the "human" race.

[Guilliman] No waste is allowed - allowing a human to wander and beg is an intolerable waste of labor and meat. Every bit of labor must be used to the maximum extent, and waste is intolerable.

The holy bells sounded melodiously, echoing above the factory. The people were mediocre and numb, but their dirty faces were filled with smiles and piety - souls and faith were also not allowed to be wasted. After a hundred years of experiments, [Guilliman] finally found the most cost-effective plan for cultivating faith. Thinkingly, the people were exactly the same.

The crowd is numb, and the physical and spiritual pain and suffering have disappeared, leaving only paleness.

Morality and compassion have been completely erased. Human beings are equivalent to resources and cornerstones. A stone can be broken into pieces, reassembled, painted in other colors, mixed into cement, or smeared at the feet of holy elephants. No one forbids you from doing anything to a stone. You can do anything - as long as it does not affect the efficiency of the great construction.

The concept of "humanity" is being stripped away, being overwritten, and being filled with new meaning by a modified entity from the subspace. Ten thousand years is enough to erase any traces of the past, let alone the tyrant's systematic destruction of the good memories of the past.

He could only watch.

I can only watch.

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+Guilliman...+
+Number Thirteen…+
How could this happen? She was clearly the favorite child, the most motivated one, but why did she end up like this?
The Emperor pondered that perhaps he was now closer to himself than he had been ten thousand years ago—the last echo, the last remnant.

The darkness was deep and slapped upon the Primarch's face. Guilliman had revived from a brief coma - his pupils were dilated and blank. The psychic energy from Tzeentch and the Emperor had just shattered the Primarch's soul at a certain moment - it was the anger and despair that had accumulated for ten thousand years, the pain of being betrayed.

Guilliman opened his mouth and tried to say something. The Emperor possessed him and sensed what that mouth wanted to say - Guilliman was chanting a spell.

The next moment, the blue feathers of the Lord of Change penetrated into the Primarch's soul. The wings were sharp and as sharp as blades, interrupting Guilliman's evil words.

Bright blue blood oozed out, every drop was stained with the satisfaction of oppression and greed. The [Emperor] lowered his head, his eyes dark and calm.

Why did it become like this? He originally believed that Guilliman could lead humanity to victory... but now this shabby empire can only allow humans with another destiny to win.

it's the same……

The Emperor stared into Guilliman's eyes, and the huge pain that had accumulated for ten thousand years rushed into the Primarch's soul. The Primarch was feeling the pain of humanity under his rule for ten thousand years. Would he wake up? Would he suffer? Would he repent?

The Lord of Mankind did not know where he had gone wrong... Why were his children not as kind as he was? Not as incorruptible as he was? Not as submissive as he was? This should have been the nature and instinct of all Primarchs.

If...if Guilliman is willing to repent, he is willing to let this heir rest in peace -

The Emperor waited, and saw Guilliman's face was hysterical due to pain, but the Primarch's eyes, which were originally blank and filled with pain, suddenly burst into fierceness -

There was no repentance as the Emperor imagined.

Robert Guilliman chanted his spell, and some powerful, hysterical psychic energy exploded. Terra seemed to explode at this moment, and the entire ocean was boiling. The blue psychic energy roared up - rushing towards the two psychic energies that were enveloping him - but at the last moment - the Emperor felt Guilliman's eyes staring at him deeply for a moment, revealing a hysterical smile. What did that contain? The Emperor did not understand,
Afterwards, the Primarch's psychic energy rushed towards the Lord of Change, and two streams of blue light of different colors collided, pulling the mad Tzeentch away.

He seemed to be saying, since he had already lost, it was his turn this time.

[Emperor] Now that I think about it, the reason why I valued Thirteen was because of his human supremacy.

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The dark waves surged, and in an instant they rushed towards the self-proclaimed noble king - the emperor blinked, and saw that the golden crown was like a small golden and blue boat in the raging waves, and was instantly washed away - but before leaving, it burst out with a force that could not be ignored.

Then the blue bird was dragged away.

The emperor had a satisfied smile on his face, but he was like a shaky glass cup. Black lines had wrapped around his body at some point, like the severed sections of his flesh.

Really... How come the two destinies are originally different, but there is still talk of their spiritual energies contaminating each other.

Neos heard the mad roar of another self, he saw the memory of another self, but he shook his head, throwing those sad and lamentable memories out of his mind.

He strode towards the Wolf Shepherd God and "swam" towards him. The unfortunate Primarch had been almost completely swallowed by the black ocean, with only one hand sticking out above the water. That hand still held the sword tightly, as if it was everything he had.

The Wolf Shepherd God's mission has been completed, and the Emperor is in a good mood. Facts have proved that Soha will always win - now the Wolf Shepherd God can rest, but he cannot be taken into His divine domain. The Emperor has been polluted, and the Wolf Shepherd God cannot be corrupted as well.

He reached out to the drifting hand, then grasped it tightly and firmly - without caring whether its owner was unconscious or not.

Taking advantage of the brief respite after the seal was lifted, while the two crazy gods were seeking revenge - while only a few scraps were released now, the huge Black King's body was still bloated and crowded on the throne, slowly reflecting the sudden release and freedom - they could do something else.

On the other hand, the Emperor's mind also invaded the mind of another Dark Lord. Although he was crazy, there was still a last glimmer of light struggling deep in the existence of the "Dark Lord", which gave them a chance.

Caught.

The Emperor thought, and the smile on his face widened, like the darkness spreading between his pupils. He held on tightly, as if a whisper that never existed passed by lightly, but without any effort. They were still a small boat on the vast ocean.

The Emperor looked towards the throne, towards that absurd drama - those two absolutely dark pupils looked towards him together, and at a certain moment, the past, present, and future, the existing and the non-existent, all of them reached a consensus.

All emperors, all destinies, and all differences will reach a consensus at this moment.

Thus, fate intersects here.

(End of this chapter)