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

Chapter 887 [329.] Before Time

"Subspace."

In the darkness and amidst the rolling waves, the gambling table that had been overturned by the bumps hit the wall in this small enclosed space. The chips on it had already scattered everywhere, and a pool of shapeless blue mud rolled in the room with a clatter. It bumped violently again, and whoosh - the pool of mud was thrown out in the rapid bumps, never to be seen again.

The last person in the room has the last laugh.

"Subspace,"

Neos emphasized it again, grinning and showing eight perfect teeth.

"Future, present, past, this is the warp - you should have thought of it earlier."

This is what Neos really planned. He wanted to create a space that was both inside and outside; to create an anchor point that was both the starting point and the end point; to create a time that was both closed and open.

He then trapped Chaos - the so-called "undead" beings - in this dimension and space-time created by him and Tzeentch.

Create a dimension that can contain and imprison chaos.

This is very difficult, requiring two different destinies, tremendous strength and luck to make them overlap, and the fall of more than one god-like being.

But the ancient gods showed him the way - Ouroboros, this ancient artifact pointed out the direction for Neos. You don't have to stick to killing gods, you can use the folding of subspace and dimensions to imprison them.

Now, imagine a string, and then connect the ends to the ends - this is the cage that Neos imagined for chaos, but it is more complicated than that. Imagine a piece of paper, and then turn it over and stick the ends together - the front and back of the paper are connected, and each side represents a different fate. The creatures running on it will never notice that their time has stagnate; then, upgrade it to a three-dimensional Klein bottle. In space, it is both outside and inside, and chaos will not notice the limitations of space - then, upgrade it again, upgrade it, and upgrade it, until it deceives the gods and kills them.

Using the Ouroboros as a tool to distort fate and the subspace, the entire Webway as the "surface" that fate and dimension depend on, and the final observer Pluto as the anchor point to seal this fate and cage - Neos will complete the creation of the world, and with a little more care, the vast universe, this double destinies of ten thousand years will extend on the myriad ways and expand into billions of worlds. It is infinite in space, and infinite in fate. This world will never extend out of the Webway, but the fates and gods that survive in it will never realize this.

In a certain dimension, what Neos was doing was to force dimensionality reduction, reducing the dimensionality of chaos and subspace - just like a picture on paper could never run into the world of length, width and height.

This sounds complicated, but it is not simple - the prerequisites for success are extremely harsh, two destinies that are parallel and almost overlapping in time, a magical artifact that can superimpose time and dimensions, a decisive observer who controls fate and time, and a collapse with the fall of gods as the observation event.

Only in this way can we say that we have made a refrigerator that can lock up the elephant.

Then... there is another question,
How are they going to catch a live elephant and force it into a freezer now?

Neos will welcome Pluto back to his throne.

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Now, it seems that there may be two Hades, or two Plutos, or there may be one Hades and one Pluto.

But this is not important.

The important thing is that they are all going to die.

The underworld sea was surging and lightning was raging. The emperor should have tried to react and evade it urgently, but he did nothing. His only reaction was that his vision went dark and he felt a sudden punch in the abdomen. Even though he had become a creature of the subspace and even though he no longer had a stomach, he still felt his stomach start to vomit.

He didn't know why the missing Pluto suddenly appeared in Caliban, nor did he know why Pluto became so powerful - so powerful that it seemed as if he had reached a new level again. The emperor just realized that he was probably going to disappear directly.

So ridiculous, so dramatic.

He landed on Caliban, instigated a civil strife among the Dark Angels, and then tracked down the Ouroboros - but he walked down the Ouroboros' cave and walked out of the entrance again, finding nothing.

Except for Pluto who appeared inexplicably behind him.

In front of him, the King of Hell, who was shouting loudly but whose voice was inaudible, began to release His underworld - no one could escape here, the emperor realized with horror.

The emperor wanted to flee backwards, he wanted to immediately jump into the warp and leave, immediately get away from the mistake in front of him, but the existence of Pluto made him unable to do anything, he could only watch the disaster approaching.

The huge despair pressed down like the sky falling. Perhaps the sky really pressed down. The other venerable being that existed above the sky, the other Hades, or the darkness and devouring itself, came down greedily.

Although it was not heading towards the emperor, but towards another wilderness of Caliban, the god was too huge, and even a flick of the corner of his clothes was enough to completely devour them like blowing off a dead leaf.

But as the sky tilted, another strange phenomenon began to appear, perhaps it was from the moment the emperor walked down the Ouroboros cave that the earth began to crack, and endless chaotic power emerged from beneath it. The emperor saw the lion and the others fall into different golden cracks. The lion was still trying to reach the unconscious Luther beside him a second before falling into the big crack, but he still watched Luther and he fall into different time rivers.

Will Lion regret this? At the last moment, the Emperor gloated for a moment. He witnessed the conflict and distrust between the Primarch and his adoptive father, most of which were instigated by him.

But under the pressure of Hades, the emperor's feet softened and he fell towards the dark crack behind him.

In that rift, there was a dark darkness mixed with a golden light, mixed with pain, destruction and anger, a power that resonated with the Emperor - but was far more powerful than he was.

The emperor suddenly opened his eyes wide. He realized something, realized what he was about to face and what he was about to be contaminated by. However, he still fell uncontrollably in front of the darkness.

He was falling rapidly, and the darkness was rising rapidly. The inferior substitute occupying the fifth position provided coordinates and direction for the owner of the real position.

But he himself knew nothing about this at the moment. The emperor was contaminated in the chaotic time and space - contaminated by the future, which deepened his madness and made him what he is. He should not have been so crazy, but the future contaminated him.

When he reappears, when the Emperor emerges once more - he will deliver the fatal blow to Guilliman's faked death, then grasp the Imperium by the throat, before finally being defeated and slain on Commorragh.

Afterwards, his polluted soul and polluted power will fall back to Caliban along with the uncontrolled rift that opened when Slaanesh fell.

And it contaminated Malcador, who had just ended the Great Heresy and was thrown to Caliban by the turbulence of the warp.

From that point on, Malcador became Emperor.

Emperor - Emperor.

This is the fate of the Emperor - a half-step god.

This is the simplest fate of the subspace. The future is the past, and the past is the future. In a sense, this is the first "demigod" trapped in reincarnation created by the Dark Lord/Lord of Mankind, and it is also the absurd truth of this absurd rebellion.

But fortunately, it was the Emperor who was imprisoned, not Malcador - before becoming the Emperor, Malcador was Malcador, and he possessed a body that was free from fate.

Perhaps now, if the Emperor had not yet transformed into the Dark Lord, he would probably be standing next to Malcador, who was kneeling on the ground at this moment, trying his best to avoid the Dark Lord's domain, and smilingly told the tearful old man that he had done a lot of ridiculous things.

But now, only the Dark Lord exists.

And the emperor's fall, the emperor being thrown out of the anchor point of Caliban - it is necessary for the truth that it poorly imitated to appear, the fake left the stage, and the real Kui stepped onto the stage. At this moment, Caliban and fate are both closed and open. The original psychic energy faded, and it needed to be filled with similar psychic energy and soul.

The half-black king is coming.

This……

Still in his calculations!!!

Thousands of years ago - or perhaps ten thousand years later, anyway, time is not important. The Emperor sat in his rest room on Terra with a smile on his face. Opposite him, Malcador, who had regained his sanity after being beheaded by Guilliman, sat with a sullen face. "I shouldn't have agreed to you - to forcefully recall the memories that were forcibly erased by the Warp."

Malcador said sinisterly that he knew this would only confirm some of the Emperor's suspicions, and that Neos would then become even crazier.

"But you promised me."

The Emperor's tone was somewhat aggrieved. He held up his teacup and stared at Malcador, but then a smile appeared on his lips.

"And you know, the bet has already been made. I'm just here to confirm it."

Malcador sneered.
"So you did this before you were even sure you could win?"

"No no no no,"

A strange light flashed in the emperor's eyes, and he quickly took a sip of hot tea.

"I know - I guess - one of the pieces of evidence is you, Malcador, Emperor - I know you would never be so mad for no reason... unless..."

Unless the Dark Lord directly corrupted him.

But the Emperor was certain that the Dark Lord would never appear during the Heresy ten thousand years ago - so the answer was clear, the Dark Lord would appear in the future and would corrupt Malcador along some anchor point.

He didn't want to guess where that time anchor point was - although he already had a list, the Emperor chose to actively create this anchor point - just like if fate said that this bottle of milk was destined to be broken, then the Emperor would never cry for it, but would choose a time when it was most suitable to be broken and break it actively.

Don't cry over spilt milk.

Neos reached out his hand and placed it on Malcador's - Malcador gave him an unimaginable look, as if he was trying not to punch a pile of shit.

"I am still sincerely sorry for what you have been through and endured,"

Neos said sadly,

"I'm sorry, Malcador. I didn't do anything wrong, but I'm still sorry for you."

Malcador looked ready to strike.

But it wasn't the milk that was spilled, it was the macador.

And with others, many, many more.

Including Neos.

Including Hades.

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Hades felt a little strange.

He was supposed to be in Comoros, but for some reason, he felt weeds and lush forests appearing under his feet - he suddenly felt himself becoming stronger, more chaotic, and hungrier.

Hades suddenly wanted to take off the blindfold and see what was going on.

But it's not time yet.

He called out, and this time it was not Trazyn's voice, but that of Orikan the Starcaster, who vaguely pointed out a path for him, and he stumbled forward - he vaguely felt the psychic energy of Malcador, perhaps a remnant on Commorragh.

He thought, explaining - even as Hades felt his sanity slipping away, he had no idea what was happening, but was hungrier, more disordered, more greedy.

More powerful.

Above the sky, Hades was responding to him. They were originally one. The Hades Waterfall descended from the sky, resonating with the travelers on the earth.

Hades confirmed that he was moving in the right direction. He felt a powerful force that was very similar to Slaanesh. Why was it very similar? Because this damn eye mask blocked most of Hades' senses, making him run like a real blind man. Not only could he not see, but all his senses were like a TV with poor contact, with extremely serious noise interference.

He ran - and then, with great luck, Hades finally heard the voice of his ally - and he finally met up with the Great Moth.

[Pluto!!! Come on -- come down!!! Come here!!!]
Hades rushed over and finally found the organization——

"Ah-!!! Mortarion!!!"

He rushed in the direction of "Motarion" and joined the battle urgently.

[Motarion] suddenly looked up and saw Pluto rushing towards them from the sky.

As for the direction where the Ouroboros was - there was nothing, nothing happened, and nothing came.

+Pluto has come to his call. +
Lorgar's call was torn into pieces by the wind. The bald Primarch tilted his head and glanced at Mortarion meaningfully.

The sky is falling.

Pluto is coming.

Arrived at the call of Mortarion.

The earth collapsed.

The Black King is here too.

Arrived at Malcador's call.

Falling into each other's space
The future and destiny of mankind are indeed dark.

On the altar, above Caliban, Mortarion's eyes were blurred. The huge spiritual pressure, the huge oppression of Hades squeezed him, squeezed his soul, squeezed his mind, everything became hazy and blurred, only the falling sky and earth were mixed with the dazzling blue and purple that were so bright that they seemed to burn and tear up everything.

But in Mortarion's gradually blurred vision, the blue and purple gradually blended together, and it became difficult to distinguish one from the other - only the deafening scream made all his five senses bleed.

But in vain... [Mortarion] suddenly realized that their real enemy from the beginning to the end might have been Hades... only Hades... He was vomiting everywhere... Maybe he had collapsed on the ground without knowing it... Only Hades... It was crazy...

This is more like when, at the most critical moment of its life, the prey looks at its real enemy and suddenly wakes up.

In his drowsy brain, he really couldn't and wouldn't think of Pluto or Hades anymore, so in the end, [Motarion] sincerely hoped that [Herrera] who was with him was also okay.

(End of this chapter)