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

Chapter 883 [325.] A bit unlucky
When Mortarion raised his eyes again, the war was already coming to an end. The violent shock wave hit his eyes, tears flowed, and large pieces of starry sky debris fell down.

Huge pieces of light fell from the rushing river of light, revealing a turbid and dark texture underneath that was flickering with a dim golden light, like a wound that was still oozing pus but had healed.

Piece by piece, along the wounds previously broken by the Necrons, the Star God was patiently broken into pieces, and bright white liquid flowed out. Each drop was enough to cause a large bubble on the scale of a planet.

And now, those lights were fading, falling and flying in all directions. Mortarion opened his eyes wide, realizing that the Outer Ones had truly reached their limit -

Those slender fleshy roots extended from the Dark Lord's divine domain, broke through the gap, and extended on the pure energy body of the outsider. They impatiently entangled the light ball and took root deeply, as if greedily absorbing something. The illusory space of the subspace began to expand along with the extension of the roots.

Flakes of light fell like falling rain.

Mortarion heard Guilliman shouting a warning. The Primarch's voice was loud and clear, reaching every warrior's ears, but they were still as small as flies in the storm. Those roaring, painful fragments of the C'tan were falling towards their location, madly vowing to tear everything apart.

……

Mortarion took action, he clenched his scythe and stretched out his hand towards Guilliman's direction. Falling along with the rain of light were not only the crazy fragments of the Star God, but also the flesh and blood of the Dark King. The power of the Dark King torn off by the Star God was falling towards them together.

+…I’ll do it. +
Mortarion raised his hand, his eyes determined.
+I can suppress it, I will be the hub of the psychic relay, Guilliman - you are responsible for keeping your sanity at all times, you are the commander. +
Mortarion watched Guilliman open his mouth to say something, but he did not give him the chance. The next moment, above the realm jointly created by the two Primarchs, the shadow of the Pale King appeared again.

Mortarion gasped - he had to admit that after sharing the divine domain with Guilliman, the Pale King found that his psychic capacity and recovery speed were increasing, and his psychic energy was more easily resonating with the warp.

A ray of bright yellow lightning rose from his feet and instantly covered the bone helmet. Gray mist quickly poured out from the gaps between the bones, gathering like a white dragon soaring into the sky, rushing towards the starry sky, and first rushing towards the falling chaotic psychic energy fragments with its fangs and claws.

Crunching, painful sounds of heavy pressure came from the Primarch's armor. Guilliman turned around suddenly, but did not see the face of the god of death covered by mist. Black and gold dots like tears splashed from bamboo spread out on the pale bones, quickly covering his entire body.

+Don't be stubborn. +
Guilliman warned cautiously, and began his own actions with his hands. He successfully made contact with Angron, who generously lent most of his psychic energy to Guilliman. At this moment, the golden light in the Primarch's blue eyes became even brighter.

The magazines were empty, but the guns mounted on the Titans and Knights turned again, shining brightly with golden light. They aimed at the meteors in the sky—the different star fragments were still fighting each other—boom! boom! boom!

Fireworks exploded one after another in the sky. The ammunition at this moment no longer came from the Empire's logistics supply, but directly from the psychic energy supply of the Primarch Guilliman.

Insufficient ammunition and overheated gun barrels are lies of the physical world.

+That's all...+
The pale giant breathed, and countless tiny golden and black powders floated around him. Wisps of black shadows overflowed from the white mist, floating in the air, and in a trance they transformed into human-shaped believers who were praying.

In the blink of an eye, more ghostly figures made of black gas appeared. They did not head towards Mortarion, but towards the black sun in the sky, kneeling again and again.

Mortarion's face darkened, and the next moment, a chirping sound suddenly came from under the wings of the god of death, and then dozens of small, round Death Guards appeared. They held small scythes and attacked the black shadows. The scythe blades broke through the black shadows and shattered those superstitious ghosts.

At this moment, Guilliman, who was busy dispatching psychic energy and commanding the battle, suddenly took a look at the little guys under Mortarion's feet. Mortarion's face became even darker, but Guilliman didn't speak yet -

The change happened again!

A brilliant, all-encompassing white light exploded from above his head!

The rumbling sound was like the heaven and earth turning upside down, the whiteness was like the time and space being reversed, the stars in the sky disappeared for a moment, the moons stopped for a moment, all the suns turned around with regret, the Milky Way seemed to be completely boiling, angry, and unwilling - billions of purifications in the past gathered in the heart of the Golden Sun Lotus, and just now condensed into regular crystals. The Star God should have been the master of the stars and the master of the Milky Way, but their fate ended here.

The Star Master remained silent.

The Star Master said nothing, but just stretched out his hand. Billions of strands of light that looked like starlight, moonlight, and tassels of flowing water hung in his palm. He slowly plucked one of them and twisted it on his fingertips. Then, a brilliant green light began to spread rapidly from this strand.

+Outsiders. +
The Star Master chanted in a low voice.

+A deserter, a person who managed to escape the judgment of fate, a coward, a lunatic - the fate of the Star God should have ended tens of thousands of years ago, but because of your self-exile, this pain has to continue for tens of thousands of years. +
+The fate of the Necrontyr is intertwined with that of the C'tan...+
Since they discovered this greedy creation above the stars...

The star controller carefully looked at the emerald thread. The bright light in the distance dyed the entire Milky Way white, almost turning it into a spotless white ball.

+You left without saying goodbye, and the Necrontyr waited for eons. +
The star controller raised his eyes and stared at the piece of white paper in front of him. If the Milky Way was really so plain and white, it would be perfect. It would be perfect for writing fate line by line.

But "life" is often not as we wish.

The white light dimmed along the outside, revealing a truly dirty corner of the galaxy. The Star Controller heard the dying screams of the outsiders and the laughter of the Dark Lord when he was severely injured - the war between them was nothing worth recording or watching, it was too dirty.

He still needed to deliver one last blow, one last powerful blow, but now it was obvious that the Dark Lord could not do it. He had consumed too much before and could not recover for the time being.

The final blow... of course, will be delivered by the Necrontyr.

The Star Master thought calmly as He stretched out one of His hands. On top of it, a strange geometric shape similar to a super-dimensional Rubik's Cube was floating - this was a wonderful little prop that He and the Emperor planned to use later.

With the other hand, a strand of pure silver thread floated down lightly above the emerald green silk thread.

+Last words... Die, die, die, die to your mother, die to Trazyn. +
Orikan cursed, then he stretched out his hand, and two silk threads floated out from his palm together, entangled together in the bizarre and flowing space and time.

He is the Star Controller, and has already drawn a clear line between his fate and that of the Death-Fearers. He cannot be entangled with the final cause and effect of the Star God.

But He just happened to have a bastard here who enjoyed hanging out with the Star God.

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

Amid the chaos, Trazyn slowly stood up, holding his scepter in his hand.

It blinked and looked at the dying Star God a few steps opposite it. A humanoid energy figure as tall as a person was half-kneeling on the ground, and farther away from them, a flesh guy was laughing, but Trazyn could tell from his panting laughter that he was not in good condition either.

But that's not Talasin's business.

Since opening his eyes, Trazyn's full attention has been on the Star God in front of him. Countless strange fragments are scattered around the Star God, including tiny flames and black silk fragments... but they are all broken into pieces and do not pose any threat.

Trazyn gripped his staff tightly and took a step toward the outside.

With one step, the sea and sky became vast, the bleak scene suddenly disappeared, countless mountains and seas roared, a high platform rose, and countless fearful people cheered on the platform. They shouted to Tarasim and waved to Tarasim.

Trazyn! Trazyn! Our King!!! The last and greatest of the last kings!

Trazyn should have been shocked, but it just took another step towards the outer side. It was silent, everything was still, the world disappeared, and it seemed that only it and the outer side were left here. "Why did you choose us?"

Trazyn said that he asked this question subconsciously without expecting an answer, but the struggling light man suddenly stopped struggling and "looked" straight at Trazyn.

Word by word,

+The weak who have low self-esteem but are unwilling to accept their fate are most likely to be deceived. +
Trazyn felt himself laughing.

+That’s it? +
It suddenly turned sideways and began to talk to itself.

+No, why am I talking to this idiot. +
It said, taking another direct step, while raising its scepter high, and the thunderous cheers rang out again!
The scepter raised high suddenly came down! Once! Raised again—and once more! Twice! Three times!!!
boom! boom! ! boom! ! !

The dull thud echoed across the dirty wasteland and was heard far and wide.

As far back as the rise and fall of a race.

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

boom! ! ! !

The silent and magnificent explosion was like a tsunami. Thousands of fragments burst apart and spread across the Milky Way like stones flying across the lake. They will become fragments of the Star God scattered throughout the Milky Way, writing the first stroke for one personal heroic legend after another in the future.

The first thing is that there are remains of gods in this strange place, which fell here after the gods fought thousands of years ago.

If the Star Controller had not still controlled the necessary logic and spatial dimensions, this explosion would have directly wiped out an entire star field within the Milky Way - but fortunately, not only is there the Star Controller here, the roots of the Dark Lord are also deeply rooted in the soil, stabilizing the space here.

But this also leads to a problem.

A rather fatal problem.

Originally, this was the battlefield between the Outsiders and the Dark Lord, like the two sides of a scale, one side was the physical world, and the other side was the subspace. But now, the Outsiders were completely shattered, and Pluto was also led away.

One end of the scale, which symbolizes the physical world, completely loses weight and begins to tilt upward. The King of Darkness descends upon the world—the process of overlapping destinies begins to accelerate.

It's like a heavier stone fell on the top of two similar films, pulling the upper film to fit the lower film - and now, the two films have two different fates.

As for the stone... one is the Dark King who accepted the power of the Dark King, and the two emperors borrowed power from each other to merge.

The other is... The Star Master turned around and looked at the star of chaos in destiny and time since ancient times. Above Caliban, Tzeentch was returning to his old gambling table.

Now, with two stones falling together, their destinies began to completely fit together, overlap, and become chaotic.

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

Guilliman blinked in surprise. After a blinding white light, the Primarch finally regained his sight after a brief dizziness.

Amid the falling fragments of the Star God, he slowly lowered his head and saw a kind of grass unique to the Terra Palace next to his boots.

+I guess I don't quite understand.+
Guilliman spoke slowly, and Mortarion beside him also took a state of alert. The two Primarchs looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

The sounds of attack and gunfire from the Ultramarines and Death Guard towards the falling fragments of C'tan were still deafening, but at this moment they were also in a location similar to the Terra Palace - the Death Guard and the Ultramarines launched an attack on the fragments of C'tan in the "Terra Gardens".

There was the sound of hurried footsteps. Guilliman and Mortarion turned their heads at the same time, their eyes met, and they were both startled.

+Sanguinius?!+
+Guilliman?! Mortarion?! +
+How did you meet this fate? Guilliman - or did something else happen? +
Sanguinius asked, and the vampire beside him had a unfriendly look on his face. Sanguinius pushed the archangel away and walked hurriedly towards the collapsed underground palace.

+Sorry, I don't know for sure - but I think this might be - more than just the palace. +
Guilliman pointed at the sky. Sanguinius turned around, and when he saw the falling fragments of the Star God all over the sky, his expression suddenly changed.

+I thought those were the Imperial Navy.+
+They were before - but now they are not. +
After being silent for a long time, Mortarion finally spoke. He turned his head to look at the vampire [Sanguinius] who was already some distance away from them, his eyes thoughtful.

+I think this is a symbol of overlapping fates. Fates overlap with the Emperor as the anchor. The Emperor is the first element, not time or space. That is to say, when the old guy on our side was in the Eye of Silence, the bastard here was in Terra, so when fate overlaps, these two spaces will overlap. +
+Will it stack up in other places too? ! ! ! ! +
Guilliman asked anxiously, as if he remembered something, and almost shouted subconsciously.

He might have been thinking about the empire's infrastructure and the various worlds he had worked diligently to build for thousands of years. If those places began to overlap like here - Guilliman didn't dare to think about how many worlds would be immediately plunged into war.

+Is it possible that due to spatial dislocation, most of the empire worlds will not overlap with the Chaos Empire world, but will directly overlap into the void? ! +
The Lord of the Empire almost grabbed Mortarion's arm armor, vowing to make Mortarion give an explanation quickly, but Guilliman had already started drafting a suicide note in his mind - he had skipped the step of writing an emergency plan.

Well he failed, and in fact the emergency plan was drawn up together with the suicide note.

Mortarion stretched out his hand and nodded back and forth with a frown. The calculations were rigorous and complicated, requiring full concentration. This was also one of the few hobbies that Mortarion had kept until now.

+Not so fast,+
Then the Primarch said firmly,
+Because we are closest to the Emperor, this is where the overlap begins first - but as time goes on, more spaces will begin to overlap. +
Guilliman suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He was not so embarrassed even when facing the complete Star God just now. The Primarch took a deep breath.

+Then let's fight this battle as quickly as possible. +
Guilliman said dejectedly,
+But... no,+
Mortarion frowned, still calculating something.

+There should be another anchor point, I think it should be Tzeentch, Tzeentch's position is very vague... even more difficult to calculate and observe. +
+I'd still advise you not to give up, my brother. +
Sanguinius suddenly spoke up, and the Archangel smiled, albeit a strange smile, as he looked at his two brothers who had fallen into their own world.

The Archangel nodded and motioned for the two Primarchs to look back.

Mortarion and Guilliman blinked, turned their heads sharply—

They saw Sanguinius carrying Horus and rushing towards them.

And behind them, the thing that exists both in the sky and underground.

The Lord of Darkness.

The real deal.

(End of this chapter)