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

Chapter 889 [331.] Return to Oneness
[Hades?]
Hades?
Hades.

Ah... yes, this name - the first word he heard when he came to this world. It was strange and weird, but it became familiar to him little by little in the future.

However, Hades sometimes had some doubts - what kind of good person would call his child Pluto? This may be related to the extremely strong culture of death on Barbaros. In short, he called him this name in a confused manner, and except for his believers, Pluto himself never thought much about it.

This is another kind of collapse.

Another manifestation of destiny - He is Hades, and Hades is him. This is why he came to Barbarus. Among the myriad reflected destinies, there is only this one path to becoming a god.

All others failed.

Some died on Barbarus, some died on Terra, some died on Fenris, some died on Mars, some died on Horus’ ship that year...all kinds of strange and varied.

There were other failed outcomes, some falling midway and forming a permanent Warp black hole, some being imprisoned somewhere in the Warp by the Primarchs, and some being successfully contained by Trazyn.

Only he is closest to success - before all fates collapsed, he was the most successful one. After fate collapsed, no matter what, there is only one answer, whether it is success or failure.

He is the original Buddha.

Hades was not surprised.

He now maintains a good acceptance of everything that happens. Nothing can cause him any waves. After experiencing so many absurd joys, he now has a kind of detached indifference.

This may also be related to His urgent need to ascend to God. He can feel the powerful force pouring in, pouring into his divine realm. Everything is ascending in dimension, ascending into the higher sky.

He seemed to see many, far more than before, human souls and demon souls that had been devoured but not yet destroyed, floating in the underworld. Now, it seemed that he could no longer insist that he was not a god.

He is Pluto.

Past, present, future, unborn, and passed away.

God is always one level and dimension higher.

God has a mission.

Pluto has a mission.

Swallow.

He clearly realized what he should do. Devour, swallow everything, let all things be forever silent, fall into a lonely despair, and the Milky Way will fall asleep.

Billions of years later, new species adapted to the underworld will appear again, thriving, prospering, fighting, and perishing.

When reincarnation begins again, there are no taboos.

At this point, it seemed that the core of the problem was being touched upon, a question that the Primarchs and the Emperor seemed to have always avoided discussing, or perhaps had already been answered in a standard way.

Do you want to become a god, or let people continue to live?
Before that, Neos and Hades would firmly answer that for the sake of humanity - what good is God?

But during their ascension to godhood, in the gaps between countless spiritual energies and powers, they will hesitate and realize how ridiculous and narrow-minded their previous thoughts were, and become the kings of darkness.

You will always have a place on the throne of the Warp. You can play with the races of the galaxy at will and enter the greater game. You can even recreate a race and help it prosper forever.

The temptation of Pluto is even greater.

The Dark King is only one of the Eight Gods, and he has seen the ugly behaviors of the other Chaos Gods before.

But Pluto is unique, the only winner in the battle between the Star Gods and the dimensions. He will control the laws of the galaxy alone, completely clean up the subspace, and destroy all living things in the universe.

Then He could paint in this empty galaxy as He pleased, creating anything He wanted to see, creating new races that did not need to rely on the warp.

The galaxy will be His one God's game.

How can this not make people excited? Human beings, a short-sighted species, spend their entire lives pursuing ways to make themselves more comfortable and to raise their status. Inertia and desire are eternal topics that run through human beings.

Pluto said nothing.

He just remained silent, allowing his instinctive abilities to pull him forward. He felt extremely hungry, and no matter how much he chewed, he did not feel satisfied. Perhaps he was really a glutton without a stomach.

Chewing and swallowing, He was already strong enough. The cries and resistance of the prey beneath Him were of no use. He heard the screams of Slaanesh, the curses of Tzeentch, and... the laughter of the Black King.

He doesn't care.

The game between chaos is absurd and boring. They are wary of each other and pulling at each other, but in front of real and absolute power, it is nothing but a child's play like playing house. Any strategies and plans will be swallowed up and disappear without a trace.

He thought of nothing now, and was unable to think of anything.

He just wanted to quickly finish eating everything in front of him, let everything calm down, and return to his underworld - the dirty and smelly realm of God in the eyes of the creatures in the subspace.

He is here, silent.

until--

[Hades?!]
It seemed as if He had eaten something extraordinary.

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

"Mortarion?!!!"

[Herrera] screamed, and the great demon woke up from the brink of death, half asleep and half awake, with her snake tail tightly wrapped around a big tree. Her hands were holding the primarch tightly, but most of [Mortarion]'s body had already risen into the sky, and was pulled down by the storm.

[I'll go ahead.]
Mortarion's voice trembled slightly, and a faint light of psychic energy flickered in his hands. In the falling black sky, this little light was so precious and so small.

[I need to wake him up - Lorga said this is possible. Herilla, I'll go first. Please remember to look for Karas when the time comes. I'm afraid he'll be bullied by the people here.]
"You damn Mortarion!!! I'm the one who bullied Karas the most - you're going to leave first again?! Just like everyone else!!!"

[Lorgar promised me your life. Although I don't believe him, I still hope you can continue to move forward and at least leave a little trace in our world - Herrera, Slaanesh is completely finished, and you will no longer be affected by him - I'm sorry for what happened back then.]
With an irresistible force, the Primarch gradually loosened the hand that Herrera was holding tightly to him, and gradually rose up into the sky.
That terrifying Mahakala, just by glancing over there, Herrera felt like she was going to faint. It was a purgatory-like scene, with the shattered Slaanesh being pulled into the darkness, along with Tzeentch struggling like a dead insect, and the half of the Black King trying his best to pupate upwards, accompanied by screams, cries and laughter, and the chewing in ignorance and stupidity, the food residues flowed down and turned into screaming demons.

[I have to go. They targeted me from the beginning, but you are different. You have a chance to survive.]
"Because of my insignificance?"

[Herrera] laughed, and she loosened her snake tail that had instinctively wrapped around the tree, preparing to ascend to heaven with [Mortarion].

But the Primarch did not give her this opportunity. Mortarion was very cruel and thought that this was good for Herrera.

Or maybe Herrera's thoughts were even more evil, and Mortarion simply didn't want anyone else to fall into the Dark Realm with him.

In short, the faint light of psychic energy lit up, and [Herrera] fell into coma again - and [Mortarion] let go of her hand and fell high and far towards Hades - as decisively as a bird falling into the sea.

In the distance, Lorgar raised his head, tears flowing from his sewn eyes. At his feet were countless corpses of White Scars and Space Wolves. In the dense jungle, the corpses of the Space Marines were as numerous and smelly as dead fish falling from the sky.

+May fate bless you. +
Luo Jia muttered to himself and quickened his pace again.

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

He heard the call amidst wine and meat.

Hades blinked. He was sitting on the throne in a grand manner. The gold, silver and jewels looted from Slaanesh were piled up like a mountain at his feet. Colorful blue feathers were scattered all over, forming a thick carpet. Many feathers fell on his body and head, but he did not shake them off. He sat there wantonly, allowing all these golden and colorful things to slowly disappear around him and turn into himself.

He just sat there lazily, as if he had always been here, with a waterfall of spiritual energy falling, and tens of millions of years had passed like this.

[...Hades?]
Hades blinked again, and he stood up a little confused, then he saw the Primarch walking towards him from the door. The slightly thin Primarch was dressed in a plain robe, and he walked cautiously, one step deep and one step shallow, through the corpses of countless demons and human souls, passing by the remains of Slaanesh, the mud of Nurgle, the weapons of Khorne, the lies of Tzeentch, and countless black, white, grey, dirty and messy things.

Hades tilted his head in confusion.

He was trying very hard to recall who the visitor was. The projection and reflection of fate for eternity had already confused perception and memory, decorating it into a beautiful and complex kaleidoscope.

[Mortarion] lowered his head, perhaps he realized why it was him - and not another [Mortarion]. The reason was simple, he was more suitable for negotiation and the art of language, and the Pluto in front of him now was not that "Hades".

Okay, that's it, I can't go any further - [Mortarion] stopped at a distance on the high-step throne. He could feel himself melting and disintegrating, and the closer he was to Hades, the faster he melted.

[Motarion] took a deep breath, but felt a little secretly happy. In this way, Pluto was neither the Hades he was familiar with nor the one he knew. This was actually more fair. Moreover, he now knew that this Pluto also had the shadow of Hades - this was also good.

Although there is only one true master.

[You don't remember me, Hades?]
[Mortarion] forced himself to look up, and what he saw was a darkness that made him tremble, just like a slime spread out on the throne. [Mortarion] pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth.

[You don't remember me.]
+……+
+Mortarion? +
There is still a good thing, he has not yet fully ascended to godhood and still has a weak sense of self-awareness.

The story is reversed. Ten thousand years ago, Hades carefully persuaded the Primarch to act with caution. Ten thousand years later, it was Mortarion who persuaded Hades - I wonder if Hades' mood at that time was similar to his current mood.

[Mortarion] was thinking a lot in his mind, thinking about how to use words to wake Hades up next. He felt tremendous pressure and relief. Look, in the end, he was the only one who could do this.

[We...are all waiting for you to come back.]
Mortarion said,

[Humanity is waiting for——?!]
[Motarion] almost collapsed backwards with a startle. Hades stood up suddenly, and the black slime suddenly swelled up and became even more terrifying, like a giant spirit.

+Human.+
Pluto said, like a parrot.

+Human.+
+Humans…? +
He said it again, as if Mortarion had triggered some key words.

+Humanity—Ah! I remember now.+
Hades slapped his head and became happy. He had worked diligently for the empire for thousands of years. The sober moments in his life were when he thought about infrastructure and fighting, but in the end it was all for the future of the race - if he was really greedy for personal gain, he would have stopped ten thousand years ago.

It’s just four words, now you’re here.

He originally felt that he should float and sink for a while longer, struggle for a while longer, but it seemed that there was another time and dimension where he was superimposed here with Pluto, so it was easier for him to wake up.

Pluto walked down the stairs slowly. He tilted his head and stared at Mortarion. Mortarion seemed to be suddenly melancholy and at a loss after he woke up.

+Thank you very much, Mortarion.+
Hades knew that Mortarion could no longer go back, and that the Primarch had thrown himself into the Black Realm with the determination to die.

[I understand why it's you, why you're Hades, and why they're all so happy to see you.]
Mortarion said with a pale face, as if he was greatly shocked.

[You woke up when I mentioned humanity - you are more qualified and suitable for this path than anyone else - I understand why the Emperor supports your ascension to godhood.]
He had previously mistakenly believed that Hades' anchor was in Barbarus, in the Death Guard, or something more selfish, but then he grimly realized the truth, Hades' true anchor was in humans, and there was no need to even say more.

Pluto himself has gained some experience from countless previous times of losing control.

+But I saw you first and then I started to recall,+
Hades comforted them, although he didn't know why they let Mortarion come in the end, he still had absolute humanitarian concern, or empathy.

+Sorrow will pass...Would you like to spend some time with the Hades you knew? I can't send you back, the underworld is a one-way street right now, but you can go see the person you knew before you fall asleep. +
That was another fate of Hades, another fate that had collapsed.

Hades could vaguely guess what the Emperor was going to do - he had already reached this level, how could he not see the current situation clearly? Fate became entangled in Hades' eyes, and he realized that the Emperor was going to play a big game.

And he was able to accomplish just that—because he was divine, because he was Hades.

Hearing Hades' consolation, Mortarion said nothing, but turned his head and stared at Hades.

[My fate, our fate and story... are nothing but non-existent history after all, right?]
Hades shook his head and smiled - although he was not sure whether Mortarion could see that he was shaking his head.

+All of them have happened, all of them are real, your sacrifices and sufferings will be seen and remembered. +
[I don't need to be remembered or seen.]
Mortarion said,

[I only ask for a good future for our destiny and our story.]
+What did you notice? +
[Lorgar promised me that Herrera could exist—that is proof that our fate has not completely collapsed into yours.]
Hades blinked, looking a little distressed.
+I don't think I can explain this clearly, but I think you can ask the other me directly - he is one of my many shadows, he may be able to explain it clearly. +
[......]
[Thank you.]
Hades simply waved his hand, and then Mortarion and the palace decorated by chaos quickly faded into the darkness.

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

Amid the Devouring Chaos, Lorgar finally arrived at the Webway - hidden underground not far from the Ouroboros' habitat.

The Wolf King and the Khan had been waiting here for a long time. The Wolf King sat silently beside the stone platform, on which sat the sleeping Lion King Leon.

Luojia nodded.

+Get ready to go, both of you, and start your journey on Caliban. +
[God damn it, I don’t know what that thing is——]

The wolf king pointed at the ceiling above their heads.
【It has grown so big. 】

+Because He is the future Him, not the Him you know now. +
Luo Jia smiled.

+My Lord has already made a bet with the Lord of Change. You only have one chance to enter another destiny. When the Lord of Change comes, you need to follow him immediately. +
The Khan nodded, the Wolf King made a casual "OK" gesture, and the Primarch stood up in a frivolous manner, brushing off the dust on his body. The earth trembled, and Tzeentch was coming.

Lorgar chanted the spell again. The Tzeentch who came at this moment should be the Lord of Change in front of the Comoros gambling table - but at the same time, He will also bring the current Tzeentch, and then enter a new cycle of fate and time and space together.

But this time, they have to take the webway.

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+I understand what you're going to do, Neos. +
Hades said, and across from him, Neos, who was extracted from the devoured Dark Lord, slumped on the sofa.

After he woke up, the first thing he did was to fix Neos.

+Then I'll leave the rest to you - there's nothing I can do anyway. +
Hades stroked his chin.
+When we fought against Slaanesh in Commorra, you wanted me to not see the truth in order to make me believe that I had returned to the moment when Slaanesh was resurrected. In fact, fate and reality have indeed reached that point. +
+But in reality, what I went back to was not that moment, but... now. +
+You used the "me" at that time to overwrite the personality of Pluto now, which is equivalent to a bug. I was in Caliban at that time, and I am also in Caliban now, but there will only be one fate of collapse, so there will only be one personality that dominates. +
+When I at that time - and also when I am now - observe reality, the fate of Caliban will truly collapse into one point, which is completely absolute and will not be interfered with at all. It is the only absolute fact. +
+And this is the door you need. +
+The other side of the door is the fate of chaos and disorder, and this side of the door is the reality that has driven away chaos. The door is the embodiment of absolute rules and reality. +
In short, there will be billions of destinies and stories on the other side of the door, and this side of the door is the only future - there will never be Tzeentch or Chaos playing with fate and peeking into the possibilities of the future and the past.

After that, the emperor began to twist fate and time, twisting them layer by layer until they were so chaotic that it was impossible to tell the beginning from the end.

+What a good calculation. +
Hades' expression twitched. He would never come up with such an abstract and troublesome plan and go to so much trouble to arrange it. He would only play his cards openly and strengthen the infrastructure of the empire as much as possible and improve people's livelihood as much as possible.

But the emperor is different. He is good at doing these abstract tasks and succeeds every time.

Hades looked at Neos speechlessly. Neos didn't say anything and just pretended to be dead.

+Where did Mortarion and Sanguinius go? +
Hades asked,
+I see they blew themselves up with the Dark Lord. +
+Not dead.+
Neos waved his hand.

In the end, he used his power to save the two rebellious cubs. The Dark Lord would not let His offspring die, and neither would the current Emperor.

+The other half of the Dark Lord has no subjective consciousness - after all, I am here, Mortarion and Sanguinius will absorb his power and become the few managers in the warp. +
The custodians of light and dark, heaven and hell, while Guilliman represents the human world.

The Dark Lord's subjective soul is still carried by Neos, and now Neos is in Pluto's belly.

If the plan succeeds, there will be no chaos here.

The half of the Dark King's body will become a plug for the webway, firmly blocking the webway under the Golden Throne and completely separating the strange fate from human reality.

+Aren't you afraid that they will be driven mad by the warp and go crazy? +
+This is not about you.+
Neos spread his hands and stood up.

+You're not going to disappear, just tell them to pray. +
+ Moreover, the subspace without chaos will gradually shrink and turn into a disordered turbulence. At this time, new orderers need to appear - they will certainly not reach the level of chaos, but they are definitely enough for humans. +
Yes, in Neos' plan, Hades is the door, and also another shackle and seal that wraps around the Webway. The infinite extension and expansion of fate and time and space have created enough space, enough for the underworld to continue to extend and expand.

At the same time, the underworld abandoned by Hades will soon be digested in the Senluo fate room called "Webway".

Another reason why Neos went to so much trouble was to make the underworld harmless.

+Okay, you win.+
Hades took a deep breath and raised his hands in surrender.

+To achieve the current situation... I really want to know how much effort you put in, how many people you let down, and how many people you deceived. +
+It doesn't matter.+
Neos picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

Hades remained silent, just watching Neos sipping his tea leisurely.

+What about the others? +
Hades suddenly said something out of the blue.

What about everyone else?
He and the Emperor were both destined to go behind the door, but what about the others? Hades thought, Mortarion who had risen from the remnants of the Dark Lord, Sanguinius, Robert Guilliman in the midst of the mess... those who had lost their families and comrades...

He stopped thinking about it, but it didn't seem to matter. It was like this every time, after the Heresy, and on the Ascension of Sanguinius.

Those who survive will continue to live, with pain, but the wounds will always heal, and the next rising sun will be forever bright and pure, with no more evil and chaos.

But... Hades didn't dare to think about what those primarchs would think, they might be devastated... He hoped that Mortarion would be better after this. Hades didn't want to say nonsense about hoping the primarch would be strong. Sometimes death was indeed a true relief and salvation.

But the Emperor will not let them die, humans will not let them die, fate will not let them die, and Hades will not let them die.

People who are capable and responsible cannot die. After their death, it will be even more difficult for the remaining empire to recover.

However, once the empire becomes strong again, these primarchs can do whatever they want.

Hades sighed.

He didn't have much to say, as if he had anticipated this situation. Ever since his first half-step ascension to godhood, Hades always felt that something was wrong.

Now he understood that this was the influence and projection of his current state on the past.

Now he is the most cruel, ruthless and the one most influenced by Shinto.

The scenery on Barbaros seemed so distant that it seemed like a thing of the past generation.

+That's it. +
He turned his head away in a self-deprecating manner, but they had won - completely.

Chaos will never return.

Those cursing, screaming, extremely miserable psychic muds. Once upon a time, Hades was so afraid of them that he didn't even bother to think of them in his mind, but now, they can only kneel and scream at Hades' feet.

Although Hades cannot come back, once the underworld is connected to the webway, he will not be able to leave that area.

This was a huge victory, a complete and total victory. Never again would the Imperium of Man live in fear under the shadow of Chaos. The Necrons, Greenskins, Tyranids, Eldar, Tau... were all wiped out.

In the galaxy, it will be the world of human beings only from now on.

Oh, yes—Necrons.

Hades blinked and looked at Slaanesh who was struggling beside him.

+Necrontyr also needs to enter. +
This is an affirmation.

Neos nodded.
+My original agreement with Orikan the Star-Slayer - I gave him a chance to retrieve the souls of the Necrontyr, starting with the fragments of the Old Ones that were shattered under the shadow of Slaanesh. He could piece together the Old Ones among the myriad destinies and then ask about the Necrontyr. +
Of course, the Necrontyr were truly destroyed. After all, the anchor point started from Caliban, so the Star Master could only take a step back and look for the Ancient Saints to save the country in a roundabout way.

+Some repair work behind the door will have to trouble the two Necrons - but fortunately, I think they are happy to do it. +
Neos said lightly, he looked at the horizon - a thick black with a light blue hanging down, the time was almost up.

Tzeentch is coming - of course, the old Tzeentch.

+Lorgar is calling for Tzeentch, we should prepare. +
Neos said, he stood up and patted his legs, Hades also stood up, and Hades did not forget to complain at this time,

+I really want to say that none of your children will have a good ending, Neos, you really don't treat the primarchs as human beings. +
How could he not be a human? In order to protect Mortarion and Sanguinius, he even sent another Mortarion to awaken Hades - after all, once you fall in, you can never get out.

Neos is like this, but he believes that before Hades completely digests him - he will find a way - this is probably only the Emperor can do it, and the other Primarchs would have been reduced to nothing.

+You sound like you care about your offspring. +
Neos countered calmly, watching as Hades suddenly got stuck, and then a clear look of guilt appeared on his face - there were too many things to deal with with Hades, and it was obvious that he needed to be reminded to think of his sons of Hades.

+They have their own lives - I don't interfere with them too much, and they can live and fight well after I leave. +
+Then I return this sentence to you exactly as it is, Hades. +
Hades was silent. For a long time, they just stared at the dying Chaos. Chaos's ugly appearance did not dilute the silence.

After a long while, Hades let out a long sigh.

+I feel sorry for so many people, but I have a clear conscience. I... tried my best. +
Respect the emperor, question the emperor, despise the emperor, curse the emperor, become the emperor, surpass the emperor!
The time has come, Hades sighed again, he stretched out his hand, and the sickle formed between his hands - this could be regarded as the last thought left to him by Barbarus and the Death Guard.

+Tzeentch, do you want to enter the webway on your own initiative? Or do you want me to grab you by the neck and shove you into the webway? +
Said Pluto.

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

The Lord of Change is screaming.

Everything is completely over. There is no more change or modification. Fate has become a foregone conclusion. Victory or defeat is not even decided at this moment. Instead, it was decided on Barbaros ten thousand years ago.

Ten thousand years ago, He tried to lure Hades into the Webway, causing it to break. Ten thousand years later, Hades grabbed Him roughly and forced Him into the Webway.

And the Webway will not break apart, the connection between multiple destinies and time and space, the judgment of the Star Controller, the coverage of the underworld - this artifact created by the ancient saints is now as solid as a rock.

He even had some credit for this.

Tzeentch screamed, struggled, and cursed with all his might. The waves of psychic energy surged, the blue sea rolled, and Caliban began to fall apart, but it was still useless.

He watched helplessly as Slaanesh was kicked into the Webway by Hades in an extremely humiliating posture - kicked into another destiny, and then the falling Slaanesh dragged him down with him, falling into the abyss - but this damn abyss exuded a smell that was so sweet and wonderful to him.

After all, it is the superposition of myriad destinies and dimensions.

But Tzeentch knew this was not victory!!! This was complete shackles, a cage! This was not victory - no, no no no! This was not what He wanted!
But the smell over there was so sweet... so tempting... No! No no no no! He would never - He would never!!!

An irresistible force suddenly descended, and the huge waves caused by Tzeentch immediately subsided, like a small puddle on the side of the road.

+Get out of here! +
Hades ordered, and the next moment, Tzeentch began to fall, falling, falling into the lies that the Emperor and Hades had woven for Chaos.

+……+
+Destroy Caliban.+
Neos reminded Hades in his mind at the right time.

Pluto was silent, and the next moment, the ground beneath his feet completely fell apart, and the entire planet turned into broken stones - Caliban represents the Ouroboros, and the Ouroboros is Caliban.

He was still wearing that damn eyepatch, a funny eyepatch, and the rumbling sound of the planet gave him a headache.

In a daze, Hades heard an impossible sound - from Comoros.

"Zhai!! You want to kill all of us?!"

It was Callas's voice.

Hades smiled bitterly, he reached out and took off his blindfold——

But there was neither Karas nor Mortarion in front of him. The Mortarion who was dying on Commorro was not here at this moment.

He only saw Caliban collapsing.

Nor is it Barbarus.

The round sun was reflected in his dark eyes.

He saw the sun of Caliban slowly rising, he saw a world without chaos, he saw an empire without alien races surrounding it, he saw a future that was ruined by war but full of hope.

Hades smiled.

He turned his head and saw the huge door standing behind him.

A pitch-black door, a door with a carving of a giant snake swallowing its own tail, and a door built on a webway.

It stands here so abruptly and alone, running through all time and space, all dimensions, and all narratives.

A door that isolates the galaxy and the world he defends from despair and chaos.

On both sides of the door, there were a few solitary, mixed-quality, white corn seedlings of Barbaryus.

This is the final outcome of narrative and dimension.

Hades thought, he opened the door, his shadow of infinite length immediately covered the endless fate of time and space on the other side of the door, he vaguely heard the wailing of the psychic species inside the door.

So……

Hades held the door handle with one hand and stepped inside. Then he turned around and looked at the world on this side.

"See you later, touch his face."

Hades was happy. They would definitely meet again. Of course he knew this. After all, they were not dead yet. When the Primarch's condition stabilized and the Empire was stable and long-lasting, they would come to find him.

Click.

The door is closed.

Hope was left on this side of the door.

(End of this chapter)