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

Chapter 875 [317.] Happy New Year!
"How are you going to make this move?"

The old man hunched over, hiding his face deeply in the shadow of his cloak. Only a few strands of long silver hair hung down from both sides of his cheeks, listlessly resting on the chess table.

"Stud."

“…We are playing chess, not gambling.”

"I would like to play chess with them—"

The middle-aged man with an unknown light in his eyes said with full energy, a cunning arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"But you and I both know that those scumbags won't play chess with us. Why not bring in the one who is the best at gambling among them? The winner takes everything, and the loser only gets nine out of thirteen."

"..."

The old man threw the black piece in his hand suddenly, and the piece hit the chessboard with a crisp clang!

"You're crazy! Do you know what you're doing?! This is a mess - this is a mess! Let's not even talk about the Empire and humanity - you still want to be the Dark Lord?!"

"To die of chronic suffocation in a small, airtight room, or to try to detonate a bomb in the room - Malcador, I will always choose the latter."

"crazy……"

Malcador shook his head, and the stubborn guy opposite him left earlier.

"A complete lunatic...I shouldn't have persuaded him to revolt in the first place."

Malcador muttered to himself, and his voice eventually faded into the endless darkness.

"For your wishful madness and triumph - how many more lives have to be sacrificed? I know, I know - you don't care."

He doesn't care about anyone except "all mankind".

Fucking asshole.

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Happy New Year!

Falling, falling at a very fast speed, as if penetrating the endless darkness and falling into the bottomless abyss. The baby will turn into an old man before hitting the ground, and then a handful of gray will be blown away by the wind.

Neos blinked, black stars flickering in his eyes, growing bigger and bigger. This was natural. He handed over the concept of Lord of the Empire to Guilliman, and the concept of human faith was first handed over to Sanguinius. Of course, he himself didn't have much left, not to mention that he was determined to retire.

Because of this, the power of the Dark Lord in another line of destiny is rapidly infecting him.

The two destinies overlap ingeniously here - the good news is that except for the Emperor and Tzeentch, other beings will not be affected too much - because only the high-dimensional projections of the Emperor and Tzeentch use the warp to run through the dual destinies.

When fate finally collapses, only the one who wins completely will truly exist, while the other will disappear without a trace, disappearing more completely than an ice cube in midsummer.

That's a really good thing.

A small colored flower tube appeared in the emperor's hand. Bang! He was in a good mood and put a colored paper flower. Happy forever!
He thought that he had never expected that his other self was so ambitious that he stayed on the Golden Throne for ten thousand years and succeeded in bringing himself one step closer to becoming the King of Darkness.

Neos seemed not to be worried at all that he would be infected next, and there was a high probability that he would become the King of Darkness - or rather, this was what he was waiting for.

Without the Dark Lord, what can they do against the Outsiders?

The bone-eating pain came over him, along with a burning sensation in his soul. The Emperor did not resist the Dark Lord's psychic power, but chose to accept it.

This is why the Emperor had previously insisted on Malcador luring the Outer Ones over, seemingly not caring about the lives of others - the Outer Ones must be used to defeat the Necrons, and the Necrons cannot perish with the Outer Ones, so the next to appear will be the Dark Lord -

From the very beginning, the pawns placed by the Emperor opposite the outsiders were his own pawns.

He was not stupid enough to ask Hades to fight Tzeentch after killing the outer one alone. Even if Hades might really be able to do it, after that, the out-of-control Hades would most likely be a trouble.

Professional matters should be left to professionals, such as Don Quixote who single-handedly sealed the Void Dragon tens of thousands of years ago, and Pluto who is addicted to psychic powers.

The Emperor blinked and felt his vision becoming increasingly blurry, but fortunately, despite the tremendous pain, he was still able to maintain enough rationality and decision-making, and was not completely swallowed up by the power of the Dark Lord.

He turned his head and looked at the unconscious Horus - falling with him between the two destinies.

Let him go where he should go - the Emperor thought so, without wasting too much energy and time on this thinking. He waved his hand, and the falling Horus went away under the influence of his psychic power.

This disaster will be suffered by Horus and the human empire - there is no way, their enemy is Tzeentch.

This time is probably about to end after all - the emperor thought, his pupils were dark, with only a circle of cold gold around the edges, and his originally gray long hair turned black again.

He accepted the power and memories of his other self, and the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger. He wished his offspring could be as reliable as his other self.

This time, it can probably be over.

Long live the Lord - The Emperor congratulates his other self, expressing his deepest gratitude for all he has done.

Everything was arranged - or perhaps it could be said that his warriors, his descendants now knew what they should do.

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+Destiny...began to fall.+
Lorgar's eyes, which were sewn shut with golden thread, were kind and compassionate. He held an open, tattered book in one hand and lowered his head to "look" at Mortarion, who was lying on the ground. His mouth was also sewn shut with silk thread. The Primarch did not speak, but everyone could hear his voice.

Behind Luojia, Lady Psyche hurriedly tried to pull Mortarion, but because of the blinding black stars in the sky, she collapsed to the ground with both eyes blacked out.

Beside Lady Psyche, Angron was not in a much better situation. They were too close to Hades, so close that Angron felt that this damn Hades was torturing his soul and spirit in the most cruel way in the world - a cruelty far exceeding that of any of Slaanesh's toys.

+Atonement... Is He atoning for His sins? Regardless of whether this thought ever appeared in the depths of his heart, the punishment has already come. +
Luojia raised his head and looked towards the sky, as if there was a mirror section falling rapidly there, and the suspended neck section of the original body was dripping drops of golden blood like tears.

At his feet, three psychic beings were clinging to the ground, twitching slightly from time to time. Only Luo Jia had a normal expression and stood there.

Mortarion uttered a curse-like groan.
[Excuse me, visitor, since we have already cooperated, please forget about the fun - why did you bring Herilla here? ! ]
+Oh! - Sorry, I thought you could stand up by your own will after a short period of discomfort, but now I think I overestimated your faith in Pluto. +
Lorgar uttered some words that annoyed Mortarion, but the Primarch who couldn't open his eyes at all and Mortarion's face was close to the ground made Lorgar not realize that Mortarion was angry at the first time.

+Now I will take you away - to the place where my Lord will decide your fate, and the first elder has been waiting for you for a long time. +
[? ! ]
[Wait?! Number One—is that Number One?!]
Luojia opened his arms,

+That's right, Lion Jonson, the eldest son of the Lord of Mankind - I think you should know the plan, Mortarion from another destiny, I am very happy that even though the destinies are different, the empire and humans on both sides have made similar decisions and choices. +
[Mortarion] His mind, which had been confused by the influence of Hades, began to function again.
Then, the Primarch slowly uttered a word,

[Caliban...?]
+Exactly.+
Luo Jia nodded, then looked up at the sky again. Over there, the dark sea that made Luo Jia's heart surge was surging, competing with the huge energy planet.

Such a scene...how can ignorant people not regard him as a god?
+Time is running out.+
Luo Jia said lightly,

+We need to set off as soon as possible, my ally in another destiny, please allow me to explain to you later. +
Mortarion's mind was filled with thoughts, his eyes wide open as he pressed against the ground. Now, after receiving complete confirmation and proof, the Primarch finally understood the Emperor's plan.

The Emperor used him and Guilliman to seal himself and Tzeentch, preventing Tzeentch from disrupting his destiny and interrupting his own path to godhood.

Afterwards, the empire was handed over to Guilliman, who was suitable for operation, and Mortarion was chosen as the sword-bearer when fate intersected ten thousand years later. If Tzeentch was released at that time, it would be Mortarion who would complete the plan to deal with Tzeentch.

This plan was handed over to No. 1 ten thousand years ago. At that time, the Emperor did not know how fate would flow, but he still obtained some information from the places where the two destinies were closest. They were connected from beginning to end.

This was also the Emperor's plan.

The two emperors actually have such a tacit understanding... Luo Jia thought.

The end is the beginning, and the gamble begins with the fall of the first god and will end from here - but the one who falls this time will not be Slaanesh representing 6, but Tzeentch representing 9 and the end.

The overlapping fates of these two parties are like a Möbius strip, endless, with no exit and no entrance, which will completely trap the gods. Gods do not have life and death, and it is even more difficult to talk about the beginning and the end except for Slaanesh. Complete destruction seems a bit ridiculous -

Perhaps the powerful Hades could really do this, but the Emperor had no intention of feeding out another supreme god.

From the very beginning, the Emperor aimed to completely "eliminate" Tzeentch, or to "imprison" Tzeentch in a fixed fate.

Tzeentch agreed because the other party's fate was completely beyond the control of the Emperor, and this greedy and cunning god would even have the opportunity to surpass the other three gods - this was not a losing deal, as both parties felt that the other party was terribly arrogant.

Until in another line of fate, the Emperor took action and joined forces with Guilliman to imprison the Lord of Change on the throne at an unimaginable cost.

Luojia glanced at Mortarion who was struggling on the ground. He felt great sorrow, but restrained himself from showing mercy.

Now, Mortarion is the one chosen by the Emperor for his true plan - the Primarch who will truly face Tzeentch.

He was chosen - Mortarion didn't know why he was chosen, and he would never know what happened on Barbarus. Perhaps it was the absurdity that made the Emperor choose him.

Mortarion did not disappoint the Emperor, and after being hinted by Number One, he thought of this - using the power and domain of Slaanesh to connect to the labyrinth of Tzeentch - and then, after Guilliman's death, Mortarion and the Daemons under his command would become the Primarchs most closely infected by the power of Tzeentch.

What to do next... [Mortarion] didn't know at first, but after he met this fate, the Primarch knew it clearly - probably asking him to lure Tzeentch into the realm of Hades.

But Luojia's arrival seemed to negate this assumption.

Mortarion was silent for a moment.

[I won't leave.]
The Primarch said affirmatively, realizing that no matter which Emperor he was, he was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
[My power and authority have already been transferred to Herrera - I will stay here until I die in battle. I don't want to be involved in the Emperor's plan anymore. I would rather end here.]
If he was called away by the Emperor and followed this Lorgar, the final outcome would probably be an unclear death. But here, at least under this starry sky, [Mortarion] has a chance to fight, and he can also die under the power of his best friend.

He originally thought so.

Until this damned Lorgar stood before him, oblivious to the terrifying pressure of Hades at this very moment.

+……+
+I understand your difficulties. +
A tear rolled down the corner of Lorgar's eye. Fortunately, Mortarion was face down on the ground and couldn't see the tear, otherwise they would have definitely started arguing.

+I have seen many believers - they have been glorious or struggling in their lives, but in the end, all souls, all believers' demands are roughly the same - an absolute sleep. +
Lorgar bent down, stretched out his hand to Mortarion, and pulled the Primarch up with difficulty. Mortarion buried his head deeply, not daring to look up at the battle of gods in the sky - the Primarch's soul was trembling because of this.

+Let's go. +
Lorgar's voice was calm.

+This is not the place where you should die——+
The devout believer looked up at the sky.
+Nor will it be his - I know what you are thinking, other Mortarion, and I promise you, if you want an annihilation, then follow me. +
+If you insist on staying here...+
Lorgar raised his head, and although his eyes were closed, one could feel that the Primarch's gaze penetrated time and space.

There, above the turbulent sea of ​​Hades, above the higher dimensions of fate, something huge, evil, and dark is falling.

Lorgar watched Him fall, and seemed to smell something at the tip of his nose - the Primarch's originally calm face twisted for a moment.

+……+
+I see…+
With a voice like mumbling to himself, Lorgar supported the crumbling Mortarion and looked at the Primarch calmly.

+Another Mortarion...will you be the one to lure Hades away? +
Lorgar's voice fell into Mortarion's ears.

+The evolution of Hades has exceeded the Emperor's expectations. His existence has hindered the coming of the Dark Lord. We need to lead him away in advance. The entire empire will help you. +
[Mortarion]'s face twisted.

[Leave Pluto away from the outside, me?]
(End of this chapter)