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

Chapter 882 [324.] The Strongest Idea King
[So now there are two lions.]
[Mortarion] In a blink of an eye, the group stopped here. They were originally walking in the forest. After eliminating the factor of Slaanesh, they were like on an adventure described in some children's books, fighting with giant beasts that jumped out of the dense forest from time to time.

It was obvious that the beasts were in a panic now - so much so that they just wanted to escape and didn't even realize that they had encountered a temporary team composed of four primarchs.

But now, the forest disappeared out of thin air, and an abrupt crack appeared on the ground. It was bottomless, with smooth edges without any bumps.

A certain blue light that Mortarion hated was flickering at the bottom of the abyss, and the Primarch was sure it was the psychic power of Guilliman, or perhaps Tzeentch.

[Leon] remained silent. The lion leading the way turned around and looked at Lorgar.
[It's here, the other me is down below,]
The expelled person paused, as to why it was the Lion - it was because he did not want to face Guilliman, and on the other hand, the fate line he was on might very likely contaminate him, so the two old lions decided to exchange their tasks.

[And is summoning the Lord of Change——Guilliman is cooperating with him, but seems a little surprised.]
The expelled person turned around and once again looked at the abyss that was emitting blue light with a serious expression.
[【Emperor】……]
He said slowly,
[Seems to have followed, but I'm not sure. Another me said he felt the power of the Emperor - but not all of it.]
[Motarion]'s eyelids twitched suddenly, and now he knew where his vague sense of foreboding came from.

Beside him, Luo Jia tilted his head innocently.

【What about the others? 】

[【Koz】Took the third young me to the station in the other end of the North Wilderness, where the entrance to Ouroboros is. That young guy wanted to find Ouroboros, or maybe he wanted to find Luther, or maybe he just wanted to stop Malcador. I don’t know what he was thinking.]
So now there are three lions, and who is Luther? [Mortarion] thought.

【Perhaps you should tell the truth to your warriors,】

Luo Jia's compassionate voice sounded again,
[Luther, Astelan, Zahariel...you should be more honest.]

[Those are not my warriors,]
[Lion] interrupted Lorgar directly and looked at the Primarch with a sarcastic expression.

[They are the warriors of that lion, not mine. In my destiny, Luther was just the commander of Caliban before he surrendered to the Empire. He didn't even receive the Space Marine surgery - and the others had already died in the battle with Guilliman that year.]
[If you are here to complete the Emperor's mission, then start now.]
The expelled ones pointed to the bottomless abyss beneath their feet.

[You don't care too much about the life and death of the other Lion - your real brother, or are you not worried at all about what is happening in the other end of the North Wilderness? There is a real demigod, Malcador, who is about to become a god -

That Malcador is still the "Emperor" now, I don't think it will be easy to deal with that guy.]
Lorgar was silent for a moment, and Mortarion watched his head float on his broken neck.

[I don't think Leon is that fragile, but I really don't care.]

Finally, Luo Jia said,

[The only people I need to be responsible for are the Emperor and Hades, and now...]

Luo Jia raised his head and looked towards the sky again. He should be looking for Hades——

[Mortarion] was a little worried. According to common sense, based on the speed at which Hades initially chased them, this terrifying god should have descended on Caliban a long time ago, but he hasn't come yet.

I remember now.

Luo Jia spoke slowly, and casually released the two things in his hands. He stretched out his hand, and a floating book suddenly appeared in his hand, and a long and sharp black stone spear suddenly appeared in his other hand.

【You haven't met him yet, have you? You haven't met Pluto yet. 】

So it is understandable that you are worried.

Lorgar opened his hands above the book, and the book was lifted up by an invisible force. Countless pages rustled and finally stopped at a certain page. Some kind of dark and disgusting liquid flowed down from those two pages, just like the droplets on the broken neck of Lorgar - except that the droplets hanging on the Primarch's neck were golden.

The darkness that swallowed the light was reflected on Lorgar's face.

+I think you still don't quite understand our true mission, my friend from afar. +
Lorgar's voice floated in the air, and Mortarion felt his feet suddenly float, and all of them suddenly left the ground, and a kind of storm arose around Lorgar, and then -

call!
They landed on the ground again. The faces of those who were removed looked a little ugly, and Mortarion's eyelids twitched. Behind them, the forest they had just come from disappeared completely - an endless circular open space appeared in front of them.

[Why didn't you do this earlier?]
[Motarion] asked, but Lorjia didn't answer him. Damn it, [Motarion] was thinking about the possibility of joining forces with Number One to beat up Lorjia, but he was not sure about the strength of this charlatan - in terms of aura, Lorjia's aura was extremely weak, but in other aspects, [Motarion] always felt that Lorjia was terribly strong.

Luo Jia took a step forward and stuck the spear into the ground. Blood suddenly began to flow from his hand that was tightly holding the spear. The blood flowed down the spear shaft, flowed to the ground, and instantly began to extend to the surroundings, drawing some kind of runes as finely as capillaries.

+Our mission is to summon Hades,+
【Luojia】has a calm expression.

+And make sure all the psionic beings we want to destroy are here. +
He stopped talking and remained silent. The magic circle under his feet climbed the ground extremely quickly.
[So? What are you going to do with Tzeentch, the Emperor, the Dark Lord... and Ouroboros after this?]
The expelled person sneered and spoke. [Motarion] found that Number One's temper had obviously improved a lot. If it were in the past, Number One might have drawn his sword directly.

+It's not enough. +
Lorga's head floated quietly in the air. The expelled people sneered loudly, thinking that Lorga had finally realized his current predicament.
But then, Luo Jia's words were -

+Not all of them yet - there's Slaanesh, we need to summon Slaanesh here. +
[? ? ? ]
[Motarion] felt that the doubts of the expelled person were almost materialized. [Leon] frowned and looked at [Motarion], as if to confirm whether this guy was crazy.

Mortarion could only cough awkwardly.
[What he said was true.]
Mortarion blinked.

[When you see that being... you will understand everything, Number One. It is an existence that is not inferior to - far superior to the Dark Lord.]
Unless he is a star god, when facing chaos, Pluto of this size will be just a compressed towel. When he encounters spiritual energy, he will expand and grow bigger, and he will grow as much as he eats. The only disadvantage is that no one can deal with him after he expands.

[Mortarion] suddenly realized a problem. Lorgar told him that the plan was to lure Hades over to eat Tzeentch. What happened after eating Tzeentch? He swallowed another chaotic Hades...

Is there really anything in this world that can rival it?

Mortarion's face turned pale. Number One noticed his expression and wanted to ask, but was interrupted by Lorgar again.

+Everything has its own cause and effect. +
Lorgar's voice sounded faintly, and in just a few breaths, the magic circle under his feet had taken shape, and the lines forged by blood stretched out into the distance where Mortarion could no longer see.

+By the way, the entrance to the webway on Caliban is in the North Wasteland, Leon? +
The expelled person nodded.

+That's enough.+
Lorgar turned sideways and motioned for Mortarion to help him place Angron on the anchor point of the altar.

[What to do next?]
[Mortarion] asked, with [Herrera] sitting next to him. The Slaanesh follower had just recovered from the speed and passion of being chased by Hades and slowly opened his eyes.

+ etc. +
Luo Jia said firmly, he raised his eyes and looked at the sky again, but it seemed that he was not looking for Pluto.

+The time and space and fate of Caliban are extremely complicated. Without our guidance, Pluto will not come so quickly——but we need to wait for another battlefield+
+We can only act after the outcome of another battle is decided... after a clear outcome is found on another battlefield. +
[Lion]'s face looked ugly. [Mortarion] thought he might be worried about the war happening elsewhere on Caliban. The First Rebel had heard about the big ring within the small ring of the First Legion, but in the face of true power, these were nothing but child's play, and worthless pieces of paper before the storm.

So they could only wait. [Motarion] felt some movement at his feet, and [Herrera] slowly stood up.

Looking at the swaying [Herrera], they will all shout three! two! one! jump! and then jump into the underworld of Hades - this strange thought suddenly arose in [Motarion]'s mind.

..............................

He was probably old indeed.

When Neos thought of this, he felt extremely tired and exhausted. Everything in front of his eyes was blurry and he could only hear people shouting at him from afar, which sounded like the sound of waves in the sky and was not real.

He was probably standing at this moment.

He wanted to lie down - but he could never lie down, he stood tiredly, aware that he was fighting.

Who is he fighting?

This is not important.

Neos had many similar experiences in his life. He had risked everything until he was exhausted and dying, but he had to force himself to keep fighting. He could not fall down. Neos was deeply aware of this. If he fell down, then the solidest wall would collapse.

In every aspect, Neos always stubbornly and obsessively believed that he was the strongest human being - he was not a god, but he was indeed the strongest, the biggest, and the number one.

Therefore, he could not fall down, and he looked up at the starry sky earlier than anyone else. He was determined to be the pioneer when humans broke into the dark wilderness, holding up a torch and being the first ape to illuminate the darkness.

Neos knew very well that the wilderness was dangerous, that it was not suitable for human survival, and that there were many ghosts hidden there. But only by going out - going to the open wilderness, would they have a chance of survival, and only then could humans raise their own star.

Once you take the first step, there is no turning back unless the race perishes.

Therefore, before Neos took the first step, he had already made up his mind. No matter whether it was close relatives or old friends, flesh and blood or comrades-in-arms, everything could be sacrificed for the great good, including himself. Neos was never a hesitant person. He would put all his chips ALL IN before the dealer urged him.

But... now it seems...

Neos tried to use his own will to look at his hands - hands were the first step for ancient humans to know and identify themselves - and sure enough, he "saw" a blurry mass of flesh.

No, not flesh that grew into the shape of hands, but some other kind of flesh.

He had probably sacrificed himself.

Neos thought that this breakthrough in concept made him even sleepier, as if it was urging him to fall asleep and let the damn bastard King of Darkness completely take over everything about the so-called "Neos".

**.

That damn king of darkness.

The Dark Lord - the unborn king. God does not talk about the word "creation" but "awakening". The Dark Lord has always been there, always under the shadow of the Emperor, in charge of the souls of the unborn and the dead. The past and future of mankind are all under His authority. As the being chosen and sent by Him, Neos naturally also gained part of the authority over the human soul.

This is why the Emperor is so powerful, this is why the Dark Lord is so powerful, and this is why Neos despises the Dark Lord so much.

In fact, Slaanesh is not really dead completely. It is difficult to talk about the word "completely" for gods. Instead, a small part of them "transformed" or "resurrected" into the god of death, while the other part was trapped in the fate of the Ouroboros.

Concepts never die.

Even the Star Gods could only be shattered and swallowed before being combined into larger Star Gods.

The same is true for the King of Darkness. You cannot kill Him completely, but can only allow Him to attach to your flesh and blood.

Neos thought in embarrassment, he felt his will becoming increasingly blurred, but the Lord of Mankind still held his breath and concentrated, relying on a wonderful little trick unknown to anyone else, he successfully "sense" some of the information from the outside world - just like sitting next to a TV and watching another person controlling himself.

Almost over.

Neos thought that after resisting a spear from the Silent King and fighting the Necrons, the Imperial Legion, Hades, and the Dark King in succession, even if he was a relatively complete Star God, he would not be able to fight Hades first and then the Dark King - not to mention that the Necrons vowed to bite off the flesh and blood of the outsiders with all their strength before they fell.

Unexpectedly... the Dark Lord is still much stronger than he imagined.

This means that humanity's resilience and destiny are beyond his imagination. This is a good thing, but also a bad thing. If humans become stronger, they will provide the Dark Lord with endless power.

But fortunately... Neos looked towards the shadows outside the divine light, where the dense web of channels covered the entire galaxy like capillaries -

This giant mezzanine dimensional maze was built by the Ancient Saints, expanded by the Ancient Elves, and rebuilt and expanded by the Human Empire.

The mysteries of the Webway are far greater than people understand; it extends beyond just space and time.

The Webway is the outer world between the Warp and the physical world, and it is also the conduit and membrane between different dimensions of the Warp. It can accommodate more.

It had always been at the heart of his plans—ten thousand years ago, and ten thousand years later.

It's like creating another destiny.
Neos wants to "create the world" again.

Ouroboros, the strange snake that swallows its tail and wriggles, the Möbius strip of fate and time, with the help of collapse when being observed, he will once again give new magic and dimension to this bizarre world - Klein pot, inside is outside, outside is inside, but cause is effect, effect is cause -

He will create something that can truly bind and anchor God. God is a flowing stream that is always flowing. You cannot kill a stream, but you can trap it.

Now that he is possessed by the Dark Lord, his plans are still as crazy as ever.

If Malcador heard this, the old man might have cursed Neos for being an idiot, but Malcador would not have that chance - just like his crazy plan, Neos not only planned to "create the world", he also planned to "kill" himself, mainly to "kill" the Dark Lord.

(End of this chapter)