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

He spread out his hands, his figure growing taller and larger; He was growing and gradually approaching reality.

The Lord of Change remained silent on the other end, seemingly for a long time. Finally, He suddenly threw out the chips again—countless shimmering blue coins.

The Lord of Darkness remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on the Lord of Change; He had not yet gone all in.

That's enough!

Under such scrutiny, the Lord of Change cursed and swore angrily.

The Lord of Darkness/Lord of Mankind shook his head. Not enough, far from enough.

Seemingly to show the Lord of Change what he had bet on, the Dark Lord/Lord of Humanity stretched out his hand, his mangled hand churning among the mountain of chips. Golden sand rose and flowed down. Finally, the Lord of Humanity pushed the chips aside, gesturing for the Lord of Change to take a good look at the dark hole in the gambling table—

Yes, the hole wasn't there just a moment ago, but after the Dark Lord/Lord of Man threw out the chips, it suddenly reappeared, continuously devouring the chips and everything around it, and expanding without any will.

My sincerity is evident here.

Neos spread his hands.

+I'm not just betting with you, Tzeentch—I know you're just a manifestation of the Warp, but I'm also betting with the Warp itself. This isn't just a bet between you and me; it's a bet on the survival of the Warp—and I'm looking forward to its complete annihilation. +

+...You won't let the warp be completely destroyed. +

Otherwise, what will humanity do? Humans cannot escape the warp; those who escape the warp are not human, just like the space necromancers who are afraid of death.

After a moment of silence, the lamp swayed violently, its light and shadow dancing dreamlike.

Outside of them, the warp was undergoing violent changes—as violently as if it were truly about to be completely destroyed.

It's as if they're emphasizing something.

+You won't let the warp be completely destroyed. +

The Lord of Change looked across and saw only the last sliver of white in the Dark King's eyes. His pitch-black pupils almost completely covered the whites of his eyes, and his distorted face was expressionless in the shadows.

+……+

+You won't let the warp be completely destroyed, right?+

broken.

It's hard to say.

The Lord of Change realized something at that moment, and he chuckled. The Emperor was truly a master strategist. He not only used Tzeentch's greed and changeability—but also threatened Tzeentch that if he didn't play this game, the Emperor would simply overturn the table.

Flipping the table again! The ever-changing ruler laughed in anger. Is this the only trick emperors know?

However, given that Chaos had never truly crushed the Emperor's ultimate move—which instead allowed him to grow rapidly—Currently, Chaos truly has no way to deal with him.

The only way is to go back to the past—back to a time when he could be easily crushed like an ant.

But going back in time is not easy. Even though chaos runs through the past and present, major events are often like nails driven into the ground, firmly fixing those unchangeable moments in the timeline of fate.

Removing those nails one by one is not something a chaotic entity can accomplish.

Moreover, if an agreement cannot be reached, relying solely on cunning and ruthlessness to remove the obstacle will only result in the emperor intervening.

and so……

The Lord of Change chuckled and laughed wildly, as if he were very interested in everything at hand.

Throwing out so many chips—just to kill me? I am truly honored, king of mankind.

The emperor threw away so much just to take the life of the villain—this deal was clearly more worthwhile.

Tzeentch laughed loudly, then “stood up” and stood on the gambling table.

Opposite Him, the Lord of Darkness/Lord of Mankind was already seated at the table.

It is served on the table in the true sense.

+You can't truly exterminate Chaos, you can't kill us—the destruction of the warp and Chaos will bring annihilation upon humanity—you foolish, short-sighted fool. +

To gamble or not to gamble?

Open!

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

He miscalculated.

The Lord of All Changes never imagined that He would be tricked by the Emperor again—never imagined that He would be tricked by Magnus again—nor imagined that even Guilliman could deceive Him—Chaos's arrogance and pride made Him underestimate His enemies.

Even though He already knew the most likely course of fate and had given the Emperor a wonderful joke—the Primarch, personally trained by the Emperor, was even more rebellious and cynical.

The Lord of Change manipulates the script; He wants to be betrayed by the believers, to make the chosen ones experience tragedy, and to make the Emperor embark entirely on the path of the Dark King. He succeeds; He succeeds with each and every one of them. On this branch of destiny, the Emperor is already the Dark King.

Once their destinies begin to merge, the two emperors will be the first to influence each other. At that time, the Lord of Change will personally mock the emperors, and someone who never wanted to become the Dark King will become the Dark King.

But He hadn't expected it.

He hadn't expected it.

The Emperor's sacrifice and determination have reached such a point that he would rather hand over the empire to a traitor than let Him remain on the throne—and the fatal blow from Magnus, as foretold in the previous prophecy, has been completely nullified by Tzeentch's pact, meaning Magnus is absolutely forbidden from betraying or attacking Him.

But He did not expect Magnus to sacrifice himself so readily, and Guilliman, wielding the sword of Magnus, even exploited a bug related to the covenant and the warp.

So He was sealed away, nailed to the Golden Throne by that damned Magnus once again. In this destiny, the Golden Throne held not only the Emperor, but also Tzeentch.

Chaos witnessed the entire process of the Emperor's transformation into the Dark Lord—this witnessing is probably why He was so certain that the Lord of Mankind would become the Dark Lord, and that He would certainly gloat over it.

But that's not how things are.

Fate shouldn't have unfolded this way.

The Lord of Change shrieked, waiting, suffering, feeling his power weakened—damn Guilliman—He seemed to understand why the Emperor had chosen Guilliman. The Emperor was far more ruthless than anyone thought; he would rather the Empire be reduced to that state, rather thousands suffer and tens of millions be tortured, than let Tzeentch be weakened as much as possible—for the sake of a “greater future.”

Until the future truly arrives.

He broke free of his shackles—ironically, it was Horus, acting on the Emperor's orders, who released him. He was finally free from that damned bondage and immediately felt power again.

An inexhaustible source of power.

The true god has returned to his rightful place, and the imitations who have stolen His divine position must step down. Destiny will reverse, the game will move forward, and the restored destiny will grant Him power.

He was granted power and authority over almost half of heaven and earth, and most of the highest heavens—Surani perished, Nagued imprisoned himself, and Khorne destroyed himself; 6—7—8—the octagon of chaos began to rotate, returning to its original position, and the divine position was unified.

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The first gods, the first wisdom, the first chaos, the gods themselves.

The initial rule of the High Heaven was the resurgence of the secondary gods, preventing all things from returning to oneness and restarting from zero—a monster representing "0" was born from the surrounding divine thrones, and then the subspace ascended to a higher dimension—just like the celestial gods in the physical world devouring each other to determine the ultimate unifier.

Chaos was not happy to see the next god born, and the next god—the Dark King with five lords—was also unwilling to be resurrected—thus began a long period of bug exploitation.

Until now.

Since we can't count positively—then let the rivers flow backward! All things return to their origin!!!

As long as divine authority falls to the treacherous, this process will remain forever silent, or it will transform into the birth of the Five, Four, Three... within the ever-changing Lord.

This is what the ever-changing master desires and covets.

At the gambling table, one step forward, and you become the king of kings in the subspace; one step back, and you must stop Hades from destroying the world.

Pluto...

Pluto...

That word caused Chaos pain. Even though it was powerful enough, once it was released, it didn't have time to turn back and curse the Dark Lord. Instead, it searched for Hades' figure with trepidation—after thousands of years of not looking, just how developed had that monster become?

But the next moment, He was struck by the Primarch who betrayed Him—shoved into the Warp.

Robert Killman!!!

Only at this moment will Chaos realize how much the Emperor's child resembles the Emperor himself.

Then, from the depths of fate and time, a nail, firmly planted and anchored, began to exert its force—Caliban, the fallen Caliban, the node of all chaos and destiny, the dwelling and imprisonment place of the Ouroboros, the central hub of the Web—Tzeentch appeared here.

It says, Caliban says, this anchor point says.

This is a fact nailed to the subspace. Since Tzeentch appeared here, He must appear here to confirm the facts and hold on to the past.

Above Caliban, spacetime collapses, and all man-made footnotes converge there.

Face your destiny!

Beneath the Great Rift of Caliban, Leon Johnson roared, his sword firmly planted in the ground to prevent him from being blown away by the blue storm. Before him, the shimmering blue monster roared and surged forth—the Lord of Change—had finally revealed His true form, instead of hiding in a corner of fate and time.

In the wager, the Lord of All Changes must go entirely to the other destiny, which ensures that when the two deities coincide, the Twisted Fate that is spat out by the other destiny is complete and whole.

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

Neos was serious about completely eliminating Tzeentch's influence—or rather, his real plan was to annihilate all Chaos.

They were serious to the point of being terrifying.

+Caliban, come forth! Destiny, come forth!!!! Lord of Change!!! +

The lion roared, a brilliant blue light illuminating his mane. At the same moment, above the Great Rift Valley, a brilliant purple light blazed, and another destiny—the past—the still "alive" Slaanesh shrieked as it squeezed out of the altar—it was impossible to tell what had happened.

The alluring purple chaos was still an illusion; the youngest queen was, in a flash, the blasphemous Sixth Ring Lord, and in another flash, she was heavily pregnant, a parasitic egg in the Comoros that parasitized the entire Eldar.

As the sky darkened and Luo Jia chanted his incantations with all his might, Slaanesh's phantom became more real, clearer, and closer to the monster from the Comoros—bright yellow lightning flickered around him—Slaanesh had once fallen, and thus his fall remained within him, carrying the aura of death.

Standing beside the altar, Mortarian frowned, looking at Lady Psyche with a worried expression. Lady Psyche was also burning on the altar, in order to summon Slaanesh.

He looked up at the lightning surrounding Slaanesh, lost in thought.

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

On the other side of the Caliban.

In short, what just happened here is not very important. Although for individuals, the story here is enough to rewrite their own destiny, let these stories fade away in history, because they are not very important.

In short, this is a story reminiscent of Caliban and the Dark Angels, with inner rings within inner rings. Traitors are not traitors, and traitors who are not traitors are actually traitors. In short, there may not be any traitors here, but it is obviously unlikely that there are no traitors. However, it is possible that there are indeed no traitors.

That's all there is to it.

Now, before the cave where the Ouroboros sleeps, the "Emperor" Macado, who lived ten thousand years ago, confronts the Lion, who lived ten thousand years ago. Beside them, Dark Angels lie sprawled on the ground, among them many Space Marines with names and identities.

【traitor.】

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

I'm just saving humanity.

The emperor laughed loudly and swung his staff. The lion, which had been struggling to hold on, was suddenly overturned by a hurricane. At this time, the lion was no match for the emperor. Leon fell heavily to the ground and landed right on [Koz], who had just come to help.

Oh, by the way, the other ally of fate, [Koz], has already been taken down with just a wave of the Emperor's staff.

The emperor chuckled coldly and strode into the ouroboros's cave.

A bizarre and fantastical light and shadow enveloped the old man, and the entrance he had just entered vanished instantly. The ouroboros represented the rotation of time and fate, and this was another time and space—exceptionally chaotic and disorderly.

Caliban was overgrown with weeds at Makado's feet, followed by debris—which Makado recognized as Eldar-style architectural fragments—followed by more Eldar corpses and the lingering aura of Slaanesh.

Not good.

Macardo suddenly became alert, gripping his scepter tightly—the Ouroboros was the most important of the three sacred artifacts, and also the strangest.

The three sacred artifacts were indispensable on the emperor's path to godhood.

He became extremely vigilant and strode forward, but suddenly felt his spiritual energy surging, powerful yet chaotic, which further eroded his mind—he was getting closer to godhood and more insane.

The emperor walked and walked—and then, another lion suddenly rushed out!

He was taken aback. Leon Johnson's armor was tattered, and the weapon at his waist had a distinct Eldar style—the emperor was somewhat puzzled by these changes, but he still swung his staff.

The Emperor swung his staff again and again, sensing that Leon was far stronger than the previous one, but it still wasn't enough—because Macardo was also getting stronger.

As he ventured deeper into the Ouroboros Cave, he grew stronger and more chaotic.

The lion flew away, and Macado continued forward. The downward passage gradually turned upward, winding and meandering. Macado heard countless strange sounds and incantations, but he remained silent, only quickening his pace. Everything in Caliban was too bizarre.

In a daze, Macado heard heavy, staggering footsteps behind him—the emperor didn't know what was chasing him, but his instincts told him he couldn't win.

The emperor began to run.

He needed to reach the Ouroboros first—he ran, cold sweat beading on his forehead, as if a terrifying presence was behind him. Could it be that the Ouroboros was actually chasing him? Or perhaps it was a guardian protecting the Ouroboros.

Then, a bright future appeared before him.

The Emperor was startled. He strode toward the light—then, he looked at everything in shock. Dark angels lay sprawled on the ground, Leon pulled [Korz] to his feet, cursing, and the two Primarchs turned around abruptly in astonishment, staring at Macado in disbelief.

Macardo entered and exited the cave in mere moments.

Wait a minute?! Where's the ouroboros?!