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

Chapter 888 [330.] Try your best but still can’t win
The sky is tilting.

Earthfall.

The singularity of time and fate falls here, falling into deeper time and space and dimensions. Between the overlapping layers of fate, the observer who breaks through the uncertainty and barriers falls into the anchor point——

Caliban.

According to the normal timeline, at this moment, Caliban in the main destiny line no longer exists. It has already become a meteorite fragment floating in the void in 261.M31.

According to Imperial history, Caliban was destroyed in 261.M31 due to internal strife within the Dark Angels Legion.

But at this moment - Caliban is here, the forests on the surface of the planet are lush and green, the breeze blows, the roars of those giant beasts echo in the depths of the forest, and in the human settlements, the factories forged by the Mechanicus roar. Everything is like it was at the beginning, everything is normal - except for the falling world, and the "Ouroboros" living deep under Caliban.

No, the Ouroboros may have changed. It is the only thing here that is changing. The artifact left by the ancient saints is not something that can be observed and described by the naked eye. This strange creation is more abstract. It inhabits higher dimensions and more dimensions. It is Caliban, or the spatial dimension where Caliban inhabits.

Now, the snake is awakened.

It was wriggling slowly, swallowing its tail, wriggling endlessly in time and space.

Multiple destinies and time and space fell here, falling into gorgeous scales on the giant snake. Each scale was streaked with brilliant colors in the flowing light, colorful and brilliant. Each scale was the destiny, and each scale was the truth.

Each piece is reality.

But there can only be one reality - only one.

A future to be won.

At least that's what Neos believed.

Even though he is no longer himself now.

But Pluto will always be Pluto.

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What should you call Him?
Hades, the devourer of psychic energy, the unfortunate intruder, the anchor of time and space and destiny, the best friend of the Emperor's fourteenth son Mortarion, the first commander of the Death Guard, the record holder of the Death Guard's winning streak in the arena, the Great Devourer of the mess hall, the chief technical sergeant of Mars, the agent of the Omemessiah, the man-made monster star god, the top of the list of talents that Robert Guilliman wanted to steal, Angron's savior, the last person who believed in Magnus, the primarch of the Sons of Hades, the Emperor's cronies, Black Butcher's genetic father, the alien best friend of the Necrontyr Trazyn, the person the Great Devourer hoped to prosper with, the black boss of the greenskins...

What should you call Him?
The stitched star god with the background of devouring, the most feared existence in the subspace, the black hole of true dimension and destiny...

What should you call Him?
Hades.

He is Pluto.

King of the Underworld.
That's right, He is Pluto, above the gods, the high-level fallen one in the dimension and narrative, whose status is superior to all gods.

There could have been a chance in this galaxy - Pluto could have never existed.

But time and again, whether it was accidental or man-made, objective or subjective, lucky or unlucky, but more of it was greed, more of it was luck, more of it was dragging the gods into hell, step by step, he finally arrived at the final high level, only one step away from the supreme throne, that last small step - just that little bit.

A true destroyer has come into the world, and everything is gone.

It's just this small step - of course the situation may not be that critical - this was the Emperor's explanation. After all, Pluto had reached the critical point before, but time and time again, he managed to pull back his steps each time.

This time it was just a little closer and more critical than before - just a little.

After all, this time Pluto has already arrived at the final throne, and there is no shortage of the power for gods to ascend to deity. Tzeentch and Slaanesh are bound to the anchor point of Caliban, and fate and dimension are falling together, urgently waiting for a god to truly grasp His authority on this chaotic and grand stage.

Becoming a god requires timing, destiny, the world, and the help of dimensions.

And now, the time and the place are right, and everyone is in place. Even if Hades does not ascend to the throne, the forces in this chaotic world will elect a new god, perhaps Tzeentch, perhaps Slaanesh, or perhaps a new Supreme God.

This is the outcome that the emperor achieved step by step, one step at a time, with the courage of having nothing and the greed of seeking everything.

Maybe at this moment,
Winning or losing is decided.

The Lord of Change and the youngest prince have no time to take care of themselves - in the warp, no one can defeat a complete Pluto, and the situation is obvious. If facing a Pluto that has completely fallen into madness, at least one Chaos needs to be completely "crushed".

In this way, the only outcomes left are the small win, medium win, or big win mentioned by the emperor.

A small win, Chaos and the Warp used all their strength to fight against Pluto. In the end, both sides were seriously injured and fell into a complete weakening period.

In the end, Hades went completely crazy and devoured everything - all things were forever silent, and everyone died together, reaching the ending that the Emperor expected - "no one can have an easy life".

A big win, the Ouroboros that encompasses all causes and effects is born, imprisoning the God.

Now, even if big wins are a little difficult - medium and small wins seem to be a sure thing.

It all depends on what happens next—how fate chooses, how people choose, and how Pluto chooses.

Will He choose to have nothing—or everything?
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Blue feathers are flying.

9
At the beginning of the Chaos Octagon, the first countdown of fate returning to zero, at the beginning of the chaos of all things, between the death-fearers and the ancient saints arguing on the avenue, a strange blue light lit up, and the first laugh echoed loudly in the subspace, announcing the return of the first god, announcing that fate had entered the countdown, announcing the curtain rising, and announcing the beginning of the script.

How happy He was, how much He laughed, watching the turmoil in the world, with fools, mediocre people, and wise men disturbing each other. The first stroke written by the Book of the Most High determined the ending and direction of the story.

8
A reckless warrior sits upon the Blood Throne—a savage who knows not his beginning nor his end—a savage who knows not truth nor destiny.

7
The fat man who boasted of eternal stagnation and corruption sighed and lay down in the depths of the garden - how ridiculous, eternity was just the most insignificant reward from the gods, yet this stupid guy regarded it as a treasure.

6
This is a dangerous number.

It is very similar to the number he represents, and there is an inextricable connection between them. Someone with ulterior motives may tamper with it, but the Lord of Change will take precautions in advance.

He lost.

Slaanesh, which was shattered in Commorragh ahead of time, reappeared in the world - in the chaotic turbulence of time and space, He is both intact and broken. Dancers who appear and disappear from time to time sing and dance under His snake body, singing wantonly before being completely broken, singing the song of greed and fear. Among the hanging silk, the sacrificed offerings have long disappeared, and the Primarch who was immersed in the praise of the youngest queen has turned into a pool of blood, allowing the gods to do whatever they want on it - but the gods have long been unable to control themselves. The intact youngest queen, the shattered youngest queen, and the youngest queen who gave birth to the Eldar death god - the overlapping states of indeterminate states descended on the gods, which is the best portrayal of the current chaotic time and space and fate.

Slaanesh's soul and psychic state were extremely chaotic, no longer complete and concrete, but broken. The six rings had long been disrupted beyond recognition, closer to the state of subspace turbulence, but bright purple light would still flash above it.

This is extremely unfavorable to the Lord of Change.

He could feel that the power of Slaanesh, after being broken, was more in tune with him - in tune with the gods of the 9th rank, and those powers surged towards him - he also went towards that power, the psionic energy and the soul have always worked in both directions.

But at the same time, the broken, large amount of spiritual energy, the extremely abundant spiritual energy with extremely weak will to resist - also attracted another existence.

The descending Pluto.

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Amidst the cacophony of sensory noises, amidst the darkness of obscurity,
Hades finally chose to pounce - he did not choose the scythe because he was worried about accidentally hurting his friends - Mortarion was obviously here too, and he could not accidentally hurt his friends.

For some reason, he found it increasingly difficult to control his own strength, like a skilled shepherd who could no longer easily drive the flock with his staff. But he still pounced forward towards the surge of psychic energy.

! ! ! ! !

Amid the deafening sound, Hades heard a sharp scream that made him feel as if all seven of his orifices were bleeding, but it was as if nothing had happened.

Instead, he became more irritable, more hungry, and more energetic.

The psychic energies that he could not distinguish were screaming and struggling in the underworld, struggling like dying captive beasts, screaming, and stabbing out their claws and fangs at random - Hades felt that the struggling psychic energy was extremely powerful, so powerful that it was unimaginable.

Is this really a power that Slaanesh can possess?
Hades was suddenly confused for a moment, but he immediately denied himself that Slaanesh was a genuine Chaos God - he shouldn't have said that - Slaanesh was not actually that strong, and now he might have the idea that there was something else.

Even though Slaanesh is now much stronger than Hades imagined, Hades himself seems to be stronger than he imagined. Those powerful psychics that are enough to destroy part of the galaxy can only struggle powerlessly under the Hades water, trying to attack him, but are easily disintegrated by the endless flow of water.

But in fact, Hades did have the idea that Slaanesh was not that strong - as if he had easily crushed the youngest queen before, as if he had already stepped onto a higher level.

Hades found it a little hard to control himself. Above the struggling captive beast, the Hades Water could not be blocked or stopped. The gate knife slowly fell down. He had already started to use it spontaneously before realizing that he possessed absolute strength - this was the power from his "future self".

But he still hesitated, feeling something was wrong - if it were Hades now, he probably wouldn't be so hesitant - after all, he himself had already fallen between illusion and reality.

So Hades stopped for a moment, and before he fell into pure hunger again, he blinked and shouted uncertainly,
"Mortarion?! Did I hit Chaos correctly?!"

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When [Mortarion] heard that shout, he almost rolled his eyes and returned directly to the embrace of the Warp.

Oh, that’s not right. It’s unclear whether there is still a subspace here. If you die now, you will probably know where you are going.

But Mortarion insisted on not fainting completely, for two reasons: firstly, he did not want to faint like this, and secondly, Lorgar was holding his hand tightly - golden light was flickering faintly.

+Now is not the time.+
The Primarch stared at him in silence, then shook his head.

Beside them, the fallen Dark Sky had already entangled with Slaanesh, but the outcome seemed indisputable. In front of Hades, Slaanesh, whose struggle and screams were enough to make the primarch's soul tremble, was nothing more than a lamb to be slaughtered on a silver plate.

On the other side, Yao Lan was continuously being pulled by the turbulence of the Warp stirred up by Slaanesh, led up to the higher sky, and then led to fall into the pure darkness - the God-Emperor's Earth, which was also dark, but more dirty, was also pushing hard, pushing Tzeentch to fall into the dark sky.

The outcome is decided.

The end has come.

[Mortarion] thought so, and anyone who saw this scene would know that it was over, all over, and everyone fell into the underworld hand in hand - but this was also a very good ending for [Mortarion] personally, and what was even better was that he seemed to hear Hades calling him.

Although he did not see his unfamiliar friend, there was only darkness, only pitch black. The dark, all-encompassing Mahakala hung down, pounced on him greedily and impatiently, with the feeling of wanting to devour everything.

This was indeed not the friend he knew - Mortarion thought so. The Hades he knew would never be so terrifying and greedy.

But then he realized that this didn't seem to be the case.

The Hades he knew seemed to have been like this from the beginning to the end, except that the arrogant and conceited ambition was always buried deep in his soul and had never been explicitly expressed by the young man on the sickbed.

But in fact, Hades has been like this from the beginning to the end.

His madness and greed remained the same. On the steps to higher heavens, he always desired goals that were difficult for ordinary people to achieve, and was never willing to lower his bottom line - he even tried to teach the Barbarus what a normal and happy life was.

It was crazy enough to try to help others on Barbaros, to try to teach them some normalcy - but not only that, he even told them part of the truth.

And here, all of this is even more obvious. His desire for humanity and for the empire - the most grandiose, the most detached from instinct and vulgar desire - is externalized as appetite.

Perhaps so. Mortarion did not know whether his wild thoughts were correct, because a sudden "Motarion!" interrupted his thoughts and almost sent him away.

Perhaps it was just a little bit, but Lorgar pulled him back.

+He's here.+
The bald man said so.

Everyone knew that Hades was coming. Mortarion's eyes were almost rolling up to the sky. Now no one could ignore Hades who was eating and drinking voraciously - it was as if He wanted to swallow the entire warp.

As if sensing what he was thinking, Lorgar shook his head mysteriously, and the Primarch stretched out a hand and pointed at Hades in the sky.

+I'm talking about that guy, him.+
The Primarch said, looking firmly at Mortarion.
+He will first try to swallow Slaanesh - then Tzeentch and the Black King will fall into the underworld together, but this is not the point. The point is that we have to awaken His reason after He swallows most of those Chaos Gods and let Him take off the blindfold on his own initiative. +
Eyepatch? Where did the eyepatch come from? This bald guy is crazy.

But Lorgar only squeezed his hand hard, then loosened it, and the Primarch waved at him.
+I have to go and help the Black King prepare. +
Luo Jia said,
+Ensure the smooth resurgence of Ouroboros——Mortarion, remember, after falling into Hades' underworld, you have a 1 in 2 chance to shout at Him, you must wake him up, understand? +
+Why not let another me come? +
This seems to be a bigger victory.

+……+
+He will. +
Luo Jia said:

+If you and this lady are unsuccessful - then Mortarion will come - the good news is that we have at least several chances - these reflect the benefits of having many offspring. +
+But we still hope you can succeed in one go—you have the best chance of winning. +
Instead of letting Mortarion come, let Mortarion in another destiny line try first... Lorgar thought... The Emperor probably still believes that the chances of winning this time are very high.

Therefore, he was even more reluctant to sacrifice again.

+And…+
Luo Jia said,
+Pluto also exists in multiple dimensions. What you see now is all of him, the essence of all projections, and everything returns to one. +
(End of this chapter)