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

Chapter 886 [328.] One or two? One?

(Warning: I can't find any official information about Chaos, and there are tons of private information)
【past】

Subspace

The sea was raging, the lights were shaking, and this small world was like a tiny boat among the huge waves, drifting alone and helplessly.

Even though there are two Chaos God-level gamblers sitting on it right now.

No, it should be said that in such a chaotic loss of control and fate, in the subspace that is suddenly reorganizing, this subspace airspace can still maintain its basic image, which is even more amazing - except for this world that still exists, everything else has been caught in the turbulence, and rises and falls with the game on the gambling table.

The pale light illuminated the small square table.

The Lord of Mankind - or the King of Darkness - took the first move. The guy who was neither human nor ghost, neither gold nor black, pushed the mountain of chips in front of him hard. The mountain of chips, glittering like gold coins, fell onto the table with a loud clatter, shining brightly under the light.

On the other side of the gambling table, another greedy hand reached out, trying to touch those glittering little things. The hand was bony, and the ever-changing blue feathers flashed a thousand different lights under the light.

Tsk! Flames suddenly ignited on this greedy arm. The Dark Lord/Lord of Mankind/Neos raised an eyebrow in disapproval. Tzeentch immediately withdrew his hand. The Lord of Change hid in the shadows outside the light, his eyes sparkling.

+I'm betting everything.+
The Lord of Mankind/King of Darkness said, his dark eyes almost completely occupying the whites of his eyes.

+Self, Primarch, Empire, Race. +
He muttered to himself, and a sharp golden light flashed across the edge of the golden chip.

+Show your sincerity.+
+Sneer. +
The blue guy retracted his hand, then suddenly threw a lot of things onto the table. There was a clattering sound, and there were colorful lights in it, purple, red, green, but only a little bit of blue.

The Lord of Darkness sneered and laughed.

+Not sincere enough. +
He spread out his hands, and his body became taller and bigger. He was growing and gradually approaching reality.

The Lord of All Changes was silent at the other end, and it seemed that he had been silent for a long time. Finally, he suddenly threw the chips again, and there were countless blue coins.

The Lord of Darkness remained silent, still staring at the Lord of Change. He was not ALL IN yet.

+That's enough! +
Under this gaze, the Lord of Change cursed and swore.

The Lord of Darkness/Lord of Mankind shook his head. It was not enough, not even close to enough.

As if to let the Lord of Change see what he had staked, the Dark Lord/Mankind Lord stretched out his hand. His already shapeless hand tumbled among the piles of chips, and golden quicksand rose and flowed down. Finally, the Mankind Lord finally pushed the chips aside and signaled the Lord of Change to take a good look at the dark hole on the gambling table.

Yes, the hole was not there just now, but after the Dark Lord/Lord of Mankind threw the chips, the hole suddenly appeared again, continuously swallowing the chips and everything around it, and expanding without will.

+My sincerity is here. +
Neos spread his hands.

+I am not only betting with you, Tzeentch - I know you are just a part of the Warp, I am also betting with the Warp. This is not just a bet between you and me, it is a bet on the survival of the Warp - and I am looking forward to the complete destruction of the Warp. +
+...You will not allow the Warp to be completely destroyed. +
Otherwise, what will happen to humanity? Humanity cannot escape the Warp. Those who escape the Warp are not human, just like the Necrons are to the Necrontyr.

There was a moment of silence, and the lamp swayed violently, causing the light and shadow to sway them dreamily.

Outside of Them, the warp was changing drastically—as drastically as if it was about to be completely destroyed.

It's like he's emphasizing something.

+You will not allow the Warp to be destroyed completely.+
The Lord of Change looked across and saw the last bit of white in the Dark King's eyes. His dark and lifeless pupils almost completely covered the whites of his eyes, and his distorted face had no expression in the shadows.

+……+
+You won't let the Warp be destroyed completely, right? +
broken.

It's hard to say.

The Lord of Change realized something at this moment, and He chuckled. The Emperor really had a good plan. He not only took advantage of Tzeentch's greed and changeable nature - he also threatened Tzeentch that if He did not play this game, the Emperor would just overturn the table.

He flipped the table, and flipped the table again. The Lord of All Changes laughed in anger. This is the only trick the emperor can use, right?
But considering that Chaos had never really crushed the Emperor's real killer move before - instead allowing him to grow rapidly, as of now, Chaos really has no way to deal with him.

He could only go back to the past—back to the time when he could still be crushed like an ant.

But going back in time is not easy. Even though chaos runs through ancient and modern times, on the line of time, major events are often like nails that are driven into the ground, nailing those difficult-to-change times to fate and time.

Trying to pull out those nails one by one is not something Chaos can do.

Moreover, if the negotiations fail and Tzeentch and Chaos are the only ones left to deal with the problem, the Emperor will still interfere.

and so……

The Lord of Change chuckled and laughed wildly, as if he was very interested in everything that was happening.

+Throwing out so many chips——just to kill me? I am so honored, a king from the human race. +
The Emperor gave away so much just to take Tzeentch's life - this deal was obviously worth more.

Tzeentch laughed loudly, then he "stood" up and stood on the gambling table.

Opposite Him, the Lord of Darkness/Lord of Mankind has also arrived at the table.

Serve at the table in the truest sense.

+You can't really exterminate Chaos, you can't kill us - the destruction of the Warp and Chaos will bring disaster to the human race - stupid and short-sighted guy. +
+Should I gamble or not? +
+Open! +
..............................

He miscalculated.

The Lord of Change never thought that he would be deceived by the Emperor again - never thought that he would be deceived by Magnus again - never thought that even Guilliman could deceive the world - Chaos' arrogance made him underestimate the enemy.

Even though He already knew the most likely fate and played a great joke on the Emperor - the Primarch taught by the Emperor himself was even more rebellious and cynical.

The Lord of Change manipulates the script. He wants those who believe in him to be betrayed, those who are favored by heaven to experience tragedy, and the Emperor to completely embark on the path of the Dark Lord. He succeeded. He succeeded in every aspect of it. On this branch of destiny, the Emperor is already the Dark Lord.

As soon as the destinies begin to merge, the two emperors will be the first to be influenced. At that time, the Lord of Change will personally mock the Emperor, and a person who never wanted to be the Dark Lord will become the Dark Lord.

But He didn't expect it.

He didn't expect it.

The Emperor's sacrifice and determination reached such a level that he would rather give up the Empire to a traitor than not nail Him to the throne - and the previous prophecy of fate that the "fatal blow from Magnus" had been completely invalidated by the contract signed by Tzeentch, and Magnus could not betray or attack Him at all.

But He did not expect that Magnus would sacrifice himself so readily, and Guilliman, holding the sword Magnus, was stuck with the bug of the contract and the warp.

So He was sealed and nailed to the Golden Throne by the damned Magnus. This time, not only the Emperor was on the Golden Throne, but also Tzeentch.

Chaos witnessed the entire process of the Emperor's transformation into the Dark Lord - this witness was probably why He was so sure that the Lord of Mankind would become the Dark Lord, and that He would gloat over his misfortune.

But something was not right.

Fate shouldn't have turned out this way.

The Lord of Change screamed, waited, and suffered. He felt his power weakened - damn Guilliman - He seemed to understand why the Emperor chose Guilliman. The Emperor was far more cold-blooded than anyone thought. He would rather the Imperium become like that, thousands of people suffer, and tens of millions are tortured, than to weaken Tzeentch as much as possible - for a "greater future."

Until the future actually arrives.

He broke free from the shackles - funny enough, it was Horus who freed Him at the behest of the Emperor. He finally escaped from the damned bondage and immediately felt the power.

An endless supply of power.

The true God returns to His position, and the imitation that intercepted and stole His throne must abdicate. Destiny flows back, the game moves forward, and the corrected destiny gives Him power.

Granted him almost half of the heavens and earth, most of the power and authority of the High Heaven - Slaanesh destroyed himself, Nurgle imprisoned himself, Khorne destroyed himself; 6 - 7 - 8 - the Chaos Octagon began to rotate, returned to its original position, and the throne of the gods was unified.

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The original god, the original wisdom, the original chaos, the god himself. The original rule of the Supreme Heaven was the resurrection of the secondary gods, to stop all things from returning to one, and to restart from zero - the monster representing "0" was born from the cluster of gods, and then the subspace was upgraded and evolved into a higher dimension - just like the star gods in the physical world devoured each other to determine who would eventually return to one.

Chaos was not happy to see the next god being born, and the next god - the 5 Dark Lords - was also unwilling to revive - thus began a long period of stuckness.

Until now.

Since there is no way to count positively——then let the sea flow backwards! Everything will return to its origin!!!
As long as theocracy belongs to Tzeentch, this process will remain silent forever, or it will transform into the Lord of Change giving birth to five, four, three...

This is what the Lord of All Changes desires and covets.

At the gambling table, if you take a step forward, you will become the king of all kings in the subspace; if you take a step back, you must stop Hades from destroying the world.

Pluto...

Pluto...

That word caused Chaos pain. Even though He was already powerful enough, when He was released, He had no time to turn around and curse the King of Darkness. Instead, He looked for the figure of Hades in fear and trepidation. He had not seen that monster for thousands of years. How far had He grown?
But the next moment, He was knocked into the Warp by the Primarch who betrayed Him.

Roboute Guilliman!!!
It was not until this moment that Chaos realized how much the Emperor's child resembled the Emperor himself.

Then, from the depths of fate and time and space, a nail that was firmly and firmly driven into the ground, an anchor point began to exert force - Caliban, the fallen Caliban, the node of all chaos and fate, the habitat and prison of the Ouroboros, the dense center of the Webway - Tzeentch appeared here.

It says, Caliban says, this anchor says.

This is a fact nailed into the Warp. If Tzeentch appeared here, then He must appear here to confirm the facts and hold on to the past.

And above Caliban, time and space collapsed, and all man-made footnotes gathered here.

+Look your fate in the face!!! +
Under the Great Rift of Caliban, Lion Jonson roared, his sword nailed to the ground to prevent him from being blown away by the blue storm. In front of him, the dazzling blue monster screamed and burst out. The Lord of Change - He finally showed His true form, instead of hiding in a corner of fate and time and space -

In the bet, all the Lords of Change must go to the other destiny, which ensures that when the two destinies overlap, the Tzeentch spit out by the other destiny is complete and whole.

Only in this way can they completely "kill" Him.

Neos is serious about eliminating Tzeentch's influence once and for all - or the real plan is to eliminate all Chaos.

Serious to the point of being terrifying.

+Caliban calls you! Destiny calls you!!! Lord of Change!!!+
The lion roared, and brilliant blue light sprinkled on his hair. At the same time, above the Great Rift Valley, brilliant purple light appeared. Another destiny - the past time - the still "living" Slaanesh screamed and squeezed out of the altar - it was impossible to tell what exactly happened.

The charming purple chaos was still a phantom. The youngest queen suddenly turned into the blasphemous six-ring master, and then suddenly turned into a fat-bellied, parasitic egg in Comoros that was parasitic on the entire elves.

As the sky darkened and as Lorgar chanted his spell at the top of his lungs, Slaanesh's shadow became more real, clearer, and closer to the monster from Commorragh - bright yellow thunder flashed around him - Slaanesh had fallen before, so the fall existed within him, and he carried the breath of death.

Standing beside the altar, Mortarion frowned as he looked at Lady Psyche with a worried look on his face. Lady Psyche was also burning on the altar to summon Slaanesh.

He looked up at the thunder around Slaanesh, thoughtfully.

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

Caliban at the other end.

In short, everything that just happened here is not very important. Although for individuals, the stories that just happened here are enough to rewrite their own destiny - but in history, let these stories dissipate, because they are not very important.

In short, this is a story very much in the style of Caliban and the Dark Angels, with inner circles within inner circles, the traitor is not a traitor and the traitor who is not a traitor is actually a traitor. In short, it is possible that there is no traitor here, but it is obviously unlikely that there is no traitor here, but it is possible that there is indeed no traitor.

That's it, anyway.

Now, in front of the cave where the Ouroboros slept, the ten-thousand-year-old "Emperor" Malcador was confronting the ten-thousand-year-old Lion. Beside them, the Dark Angels were lying on the ground in all directions, including many well-known Space Marines.

【traitor. 】

The lion said, but the emperor opposite him just smiled. The emperor stretched out his scepter, knowing clearly that the lion could not beat him.

+I'm just saving humanity.+
The emperor laughed and swung his staff. The lion that was struggling to hold on was suddenly blown over by a hurricane. The lion at this time was no match for the emperor. Leon fell heavily to the ground and happened to hit [Koz] who had just come to help.

Oh, by the way, another Destiny reinforcement [Coz] has been brought down with just a swing of the Emperor's staff.

The emperor sneered a few times and immediately strode into the Ouroboros' cave.

Bizarre light and shadow enveloped the old man, and the entrance just now disappeared instantly. The Ouroboros represented the cycle of time and space and fate. This was another time and space - extremely chaotic and disordered.

Caliban's weeds grew at Malcador's feet, and then some debris appeared - Malcador recognized that it was the debris of Eldar-style buildings, followed by more Eldar corpses and the smell of Slaanesh.

Very bad.

Malcador was suddenly alert, and he clenched his staff tightly - the Ouroboros was the most important of the three artifacts, and also the strangest.

On the emperor's journey to godhood, the three sacred artifacts are indispensable.

He strode forward with great vigilance, but suddenly he felt his spiritual energy filling up, becoming powerful and chaotic, which further eroded his mind - he was closer to godhood, and even crazier.

The emperor walked and walked - and then another lion suddenly rushed out!

He was surprised. The armor on this Lion Jonson was tattered, and the weapon on his waist had a clear Eldar style. The emperor was a little confused by these changes, but he still swung his staff.

Swinging the staff again and again, the emperor could feel that Leon was much stronger than the one just now, but it was still not enough - because Malcador was also getting stronger.

As he went deeper into the Ouroboros Cave, he became stronger and more chaotic.

The lion flew out, and Malcador continued to move forward. The downward passage gradually turned into an upward one, winding and winding. Malcador heard countless strange noises and spells, but he said nothing, just quickened his pace. Everything on Caliban was too weird.

Suddenly, Malcador heard footsteps behind him, heavy and stumbling. The Emperor had no idea what was chasing him, but his instinct told him that he couldn't defeat it.

The emperor began to run.

He needed to reach the Ouroboros first. He ran, sweat on his forehead, as if there was an extremely terrifying existence behind him. Was it the Ouroboros that was chasing him? Or was it the guards guarding the Ouroboros?

Then, there was light ahead of him.

The Emperor was shocked, and he strode towards the light - then he looked at everything in shock. The Dark Angels were lying on the ground in a mess, Lion pulled [Curze] to his feet cursing, and the two Primarchs turned back in astonishment and looked at Malcador in disbelief.

It took only a few moments for Malcador to step into the cave and out of it.

Wait?! Where is Ouroboros?!
Malcador's scalp tingled. The footsteps behind him did not disappear as he left the cave. Instead, they became more urgent.

+Pluto! Come!!!+
At the other end, a strong wind was blowing on the altar. Luojia raised his head and called out to the Hades in the sky for directions.

At this end, the monster that had pursued Malcador stumbled out of the Ouroboros' cavern - Malcador turned slowly, fearfully -

He saw Hades.

A Hades with strange eye patches covering his eyes, a monster that is rapidly expanding and releasing the underworld——

Malcador slowly raised his head - his eyes finally reflected the darkness -

So how many Plutos are there now?

(End of this chapter)