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

Chapter 881 [323.] San Value Defense Battle
"In the end, any war will become a fight between sticks - or rather, the essence of war is to hit the opponent's head with different types of sticks until the physics solves the problem."

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They obviously couldn't understand what was happening in the sky.

The war between gods is always like this. The previous battle between Hades and the Outsiders may be easier to understand.

Because Pluto is always simple and crude, but now it is the Dark King who descends upon this starry sky. Compared with Pluto, what the Dark King represents is obviously more turbid and complicated.

Converted into a language that humans can understand, it should be that the Dark King is hitting the outsiders' vital points with a stick - this is already the most stupid and superficial description.
Perhaps to put it another way, in the time dimension that humans can observe, after a period of time - perhaps eternity - there will only be one between the Dark King and the Outsiders.

The other disappeared? Shattered? Destroyed? Humans cannot comprehend this.

Mortarion's narrowed eyes reflected the living starry sky, which was now as strange as a Van Gogh painting, but even more bizarre.

Countless suns rose up, all of them were exactly the same in shape, some were big, some were small, and on each of the round, bright orange stars there was a smiling face, half-smiling, and the half-closed eyes seemed to be staring at the original body.

Dirty lines - perhaps they were lights - Mortarion didn't understand, those rough lines of pale yellow, goose yellow, red-orange, bright white and golden yellow extended from the stars like swirling vortices, swelling in the sky, like strong tree roots, or like the blood-sucking straws of parasites, wriggling and piercing into the starry sky.

In the areas where the roots spread, countless densely packed, small, moving, very small, light beige dots were huddled together and twisting. At first, Mortarion mistook them for some kind of larger, wriggling mass, and then the Primarch suddenly realized that it was a chimera formed by billions of smaller things crowded together.

If the Primarch was willing to look more carefully, he would eventually discover that those little things were the pale golden humanoid shadows that had just emerged from beside him and Guilliman. However, unlike those weak shadows, everything that existed in His divine domain was real.

Those are all people.

Fortunately, Mortarion looked away in time. Before he realized that he needed to stay sane, the Primarch felt his scalp tingling. Perhaps he had realized something.

Those numerous little creatures were kneeling and worshipping Him in that pale golden divine domain, heading in His direction—at the top where the tree roots or blood-sucking tentacles gathered, that existence was there, dirty, disgusting, and holy.

At first glance, it looks like a person.

A person whose entire body appears light golden because of the glow.

Like a person sitting on a throne, or standing solemnly with his sword in his hand.

But if you look closely, things are a little troublesome, a little tilted.

As the only Primarch with his own consciousness who decided to continue to observe the Dark Lord, Mortarion regretted his decision.

First of all, he needed to understand that the Dark King was not simply the huge human figure in the center. In fact, those pale golden lights, those roots, and those little people gathered together were all the Dark King - it's just that the part he was looking at now was closer to the core and closer to the original Neos.

That looks... like a weird-looking brain.

Yes, that giant whose strangeness was indescribable - now Mortarion knew what was wrong, he looked very sticky and gelatinous, even though he was glowing - then the Primarch saw clearly that the patterns on his armor, his open eyes and tightly pursed mouth were more like the lines formed by the grooves of his brain.

Or maybe they are fleshy trenches squeezed by cancerous tumors. In any case, tumors are probably no different from the brain, just like there is no difference between rulers and rulers.

They all require huge amounts of resources and supplies.

At the same time it is a lump of meat.

After all, humans are just meat!

No matter what, humans are flesh, and the metal men of the Mechanicus were also flesh since their birth - so this is a certain definition of humans.

So the prince of darkness is made of flesh; of men; or, more specifically, of human flesh—

Humans are made up of human flesh, and the Lord of Darkness is also made up of human flesh, but something seems to be wrong. There is a difference between human flesh and creations made of human flesh, just like a human being and a pile of flesh made of human flesh.

Staring at the grooves squeezed out by flesh, the dark shadows expanded rapidly in a trance, and finally turned into complete darkness. Everything before turned into black, a dirty, mottled black.

And at the outermost side of black and gold, at the edge of the substantial divine domain, those pure shining energies connected with these fleshy things. Where they touched the light of the outsiders, the Dark Lord's divine domain curled up slightly as if it was burnt, but then those living, wriggling gold pounced on it again, covering those parts of the energy flow.

After a distortion of space, countless huge bright white balls of light suddenly appeared above the Dark Lord's domain, as extremely unstable as ball lightning.

Some of them exploded successfully, leaving a chaotic charred color in the divine domain in a flash of dazzling white, while others were wrapped up by the flesh roots that rose from the ground and then disappeared.

Certain spaces were changing visibly. Mortarion watched and felt that the rules within the divine domain had changed. The little people who were worshipping faded away, only to grow up again in the next moment.

On the outsiders' side, the situation was not very optimistic either. A golden storm raged, and countless strange human-like creatures stood up from the bright white river of light. They then tore open the barrier between the subspace and the physical world, and poured the power of the outsiders into the subspace.

Occasionally, a strange chant would rise from the depths of the starry sky, and the clear light edge on the outer side of the pure energy star god would fluctuate unsteadily.

At the same time, screams that are unacceptable to humans will sound together, tearing apart the golden and black earth, and causing those little people to collapse into ionic particles in pain.

That's about it. No matter how they fight, some people always imagine that the war between gods should be extremely shocking and magnificent, but no one thinks that it would be unbearable for lower creatures? Mortarion always feels sick. He would rather jump into the realm of Hades.

Mortarion really didn't want to watch any longer, and when his hands involuntarily raised up and inserted into his eyes, the Primarch stopped abusing himself. He finally gave up the rebellious act of looking into the eyes of the Dark Lord. He looked away, his soul trembling.

***.

He couldn't help but curse in his heart, wondering what kind of a ghost thing is leading the human race forward now. It's really not a good thing. From this perspective, humans are probably not good things either - no one in this galaxy is a good thing.

Oh, except Hades.

All exceptions can be him because that is the fact.

Mortarion now instinctively wanted to call on Hades to swallow this damned blasphemous Dark King directly, preferably without leaving any residue - but he couldn't do that, according to the plan, the Dark King was used to contain the Outsiders. He was also unwilling to let Hades swallow such a disgusting existence. Admittedly, Hades was a lump in the eyes of most beings, but the current Dark King was also a lump - and in Mortarion's eyes, the Dark King's lump was even more unbearable.

In this way, Mortarion thought, he now hoped that the Outsiders would defeat the Dark Lord, and then they, the Primarchs, would deal with the severely injured Outsiders. In short, the sooner the Dark Lord disappeared, the better.

The Primarch closed his eyes, and tried his best to steady his soul amidst the chaotic psychic turbulence. Now was a rare time for rest, and while in the interval between the fights between the Dark Lord and the Outsiders, they needed to gather their strength as much as possible - waiting to deliver a new blow to the winner of the war.

Guilliman glanced at him with concern. Mortarion said nothing, but silently expanded his own psychic domain - they needed to awaken more Primarchs and Legion warriors.

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[I feel like throwing up.]
These were Mortarion's first words as he stumbled out of the psychic portal. He almost immediately fell to the ground of Caliban, allowing himself to come into close contact with nature.

The wild weeds growing on Caliban poked his face, but the Primarch had no intention of pushing them away, he just retched uncontrollably.

They finally left the range of Pluto's influence temporarily. For some reason, after the warship entered a certain star field, [Motarion] could feel that Pluto's influence suddenly became much smaller, but he had no time to take care of other things now.

Behind him, Lorgar, holding a Slaanesh Daemon in one hand, also stepped out of the temporary warp gate formed by psionic energy, threw two unconscious Slaanesh believers to the ground, and gave Angron another black stone spear.

Angron, who had already passed out from staring at Hades, groaned and became even closer to death.

But they would not allow Angron to die completely - and then return to another destiny.

Lorgar looked up. His damn expression, which looked half-smile even when it was sewn, really annoyed Mortarion. Mottled light and shadows were cast from the giant trees of Caliban, but it was not sunlight, but some kind of light that was more difficult to describe.

【Caliban...】

Luo Jia's faint voice sounded,
[The location of the Ouroboros is also the fief of his most trusted eldest son, who can never be corrupted, a knight who will never fall, destined to be chosen - perhaps just like he chose me as a believer.]

[Overrated.]

A calm and hoarse voice suddenly sounded from the bushes nearby. Mortarion was startled, and the Primarch, who was half-lying on the ground, looked to the side suddenly - he didn't even notice the presence of anyone nearby at first.

A man with a messy beard, mottled long hair, and green eyes like a wild animal looked at him. The giant stood up from the bush where he was lying dormant.

【Lion Jonson,】

Lorgar nodded to the lion.

[It's been a long time since we last met. You've changed more than I thought. ]

Leon nodded, then shook his head, and finally, he just sighed.
[It's been a long time since we last met. You have changed a lot. 】

Then he looked at Luo Jia. Even though he looked disheveled, like an old and weathered ranger, there was still an extremely dangerous light in his eyes.

[Aren't you sure I'm the right one, Aurelion?]

Luo Jia spread his hands.

[I just contacted the one He told me to contact. Only one lion knew about our coming, and only one lion was in the right time and space, and that was you.]

The lion just stared at Lorga without blinking - this silence lasted for a long time, until Lorga, the charlatan, finally became a little unconfident.

[Motarion] had stood up a long time ago, and was very happy to see this charlatan suffer a setback. His blocked memories were restored when he saw Leon. [Motarion] thought of the lions on their side. What shocked him was that the two lions gave him almost the same feeling.

[You are wrong.]
The expelled one [Lion] - the primarch who had been talking to Lorgar before said that until now, Lorgar showed some surprise, and he seemed to finally realize it.

[But I am indeed here to help you,]
Leon said,

[Another me - the one you are in contact with, the lion in your destiny line is calling Guilliman and Tzeentch at the end of this forest.]
[The plan is consistent,]
The Lion took a step forward, Lorgar did not move, and Mortarion looked at the Lion in astonishment - he was a little shocked.

[Both fathers gave their final entrustment, final plan, and most difficult and thankless task to No. 1, so no matter which one of me is, I will be able to fulfill the mission.]
Lorgar said nothing, and then the Primarch simply picked up two Slaanesh Daemons, one in each hand, and then gestured with his head to the Lion to lead the way.

[Wait, I'm a little confused.]
Mortarion said that they had been trekking through the forests of Caliban, and that the trees here were darker, taller, and denser than any Mortarion had ever seen in his life.

[So, you escaped, Number One? I originally - but no matter what, I sincerely congratulate you on escaping from that bastard Guilliman.]
The expelled person nodded.
[【Coz】saved me, and he is also in Caliban now, with another Leon.]
[Conrad is there too? With Leon, this fateful thread?]
[Motarion] blinked. He didn't expect to meet several old friends from their place in such a ghost place.

[Yes, but the answer to the second question is yes and no.]
[? ]
[I think it is necessary to let you know Caliban’s current state.]

Lorgar, who had been silent all this time but possessed immense strength and was dragging two unconscious Slaanesh followers, suddenly interrupted, causing Mortarion to look back at the charlatan in surprise. Although the Primarch's mouth and eyes were sewn shut, Mortarion seemed to feel that Lorgar was smiling.

[Caliban is in chaos right now—not only in terms of fate, but also in terms of time. I think at this moment, this is the only point where all the chaos and overlaps.]

[Do you know Schrödinger's cat? Another Mortarion, Caliban is the overlapping box at this moment. ]

Mortarion was sure he saw Lorgar's smile.

【Therefore, because of the Lord of Mankind's choice, there are many cats on Caliban now.】

The bald Primarch said so, and Mortarion heard the lion's sneer in front of them.

Lions are probably also cats.

(End of this chapter)