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

Macado felt a chill run down his spine. The footsteps behind him hadn't disappeared since he left the cave; on the contrary, they had become even more urgent.

+Pluto! Descend upon us!!! +

At the other end, a fierce wind howled on the altar, and Luo Jia raised her head, pointing and calling out to the King of the Underworld in the sky.

At one end, the monster chasing Makado stumbled out of the ouroboros's cave—Makado slowly, fearfully, turned around—

He saw Hades.

A Hades figure with strange eye patches covering his eyes, a monster rapidly expanding and unleashing the power of the underworld—

Macado slowly raised his head—and finally, the darkness came into view.

So how many Hades are there now?

Chapter 887 [329] Before Time

"Subspace."

In the dim light and churning waves, the gambling table, already overturned, slammed against the wall in this small, enclosed space. The chips on it were scattered everywhere, and a clump of unformed blue mud rolled around in the room with a clattering sound. With another violent jolt, whoosh—the mud was flung out in the rapid jolt and never saw the light of day again.

Only the last person remaining in the room had the last laugh.

"Subspace,"

Neos emphasized it again, then grinned, revealing eight perfect teeth.

"The future, the present, the past—this is the subspace—you should have realized it sooner."

This was Neos's true plan: to create a space that was both internal and external; to create an anchor point that was both a beginning and an end; and to create a time that was both closed and open.

He then trapped Chaos—those so-called "immortal" beings—within this dimension and spacetime created by him and Tzeentch.

Create a dimension that can contain and confine chaos.

This is very difficult; it requires two different destinies, immense power and great fortune to combine, and the fall of more than one being of divine stature.

But the ancient gods showed him the way—the Ouroboros, this ancient artifact, pointed out the direction for Neos: you don't have to be bound by killing the gods; you can use the folding of warp and dimensions to imprison them.

Now, imagine a line, and then connect its ends—this is the cage that Neos created for Chaos, but it is more complex than that. Imagine a strip of paper, and then flip it over and glue its ends together—the front and back of the paper are connected, each side has a different fate, and the creatures running on it will never notice the stagnation of time; then, elevate it to a three-dimensional Klein bottle, which is both outside and inside in space, and Chaos will not notice the limitations of space—then, elevate it again, elevate it again, elevate it again, elevate it again, until it deceives the gods and binds the gods.

Using the ouroboros as a tool to distort fate and subspace, the entire network as the point on which fate and dimensions depend, and Hades, the final observer, as the anchor point to seal this fate and cage—Nyos will complete creation. With a single point of interest, the vast world will be created. This fate, which depends on two layers of ten thousand years, will extend along the myriad paths, expanding into billions of worlds. It is infinitely large in space and infinitely far in fate. This world will never extend beyond the network, but the fate and gods that survive within it will never be aware of this.

In a certain dimension, what Neos is doing is forced dimensional reduction, reducing chaos and subspace to a lower dimension—just like a drawing on paper can never enter the world of length, width, and height.

This sounds complicated, and it's not simple either—the prerequisites for success are extremely demanding: two parallel and almost overlapping destinies in time, a divine artifact that can superimpose time and dimensions, a decisive observer, someone who controls destiny and time, and a collapse with the fall of a god as the observed event.

Only then can it be considered that a refrigerator for keeping elephants has been made.

So... there's another question.

How are they supposed to catch a lively elephant and force it into a refrigerator?

Neos will welcome Hades back to his throne.

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Now, it seems likely that there are two Hades, or two Hades, or perhaps one Hades and one Hades.

But this is not important.

The important thing is that they're all going to be finished.

The Dark Sea surged, lightning flashed, and the Emperor should have tried to react in an emergency to avoid the danger, but he did nothing. His only reaction was that everything went black while he felt a punch to the abdomen—even though he had become a subspace creature and no longer had a stomach, he still felt his stomach begin to vomit.

He didn't know why the missing Hades had suddenly appeared in Caliban, nor why Hades had become so powerful—so powerful that it seemed he had climbed to a new level. The Emperor only realized that he was probably about to disappear completely.

So absurd, so dramatic.

He landed on Caliban, instigated infighting among the Dark Angels, and then tracked down the Ouroboros—but when he descended into the Ouroboros's cave, he emerged from the entrance again and found nothing.

Aside from Hades, who inexplicably appeared behind them.

Before him, Hades, who was shouting and yelling, began to unleash His underworld—no one could escape from it, the emperor realized with horror.

The Emperor wanted to flee backwards, to immediately jump out of the warp and get away from the mistake before him, but the presence of Hades rendered him powerless, and he could only watch helplessly as the calamity approached.

An immense despair pressed down like the sky collapsing; perhaps the sky truly did collapse, and that other supreme being existing above the heavens, another King of the Underworld, or perhaps darkness and devouring itself, greedily descended—

Although they weren't heading towards the Emperor's direction, but rather towards another wilderness in Caliban, the god was so immense that even a flick of his robe was enough to completely engulf them, like a withered leaf being blown away.

But as the sky tilted, another strange phenomenon began to appear. Perhaps it was from the moment the Emperor descended from the Ouroboros's cave that the earth began to crack, from which an endless, chaotic power surged forth. The Emperor saw the Lion and the others fall into different golden rifts—the Lion was still trying to reach the unconscious Luther beside him a second before falling into the great rift, but he still watched helplessly as Luther and he fell into different rivers of time.

Will Leon regret this? At the last moment, the Emperor gloated for a moment. He had personally witnessed the conflict and distrust between the Primarch and his adoptive father, most of which was instigated by Leon himself.

But even the emperor, under the oppressive power of Hades, lost his footing and fell into the dark rift behind him.

Within that rift, pitch blackness was interspersed with golden light, along with pain, destruction, and rage—a power that resonated with the emperor, yet was far more powerful than him.

The emperor suddenly opened his eyes wide. He realized something, realized what he was about to face, what he was about to be corrupted by, but he still fell uncontrollably into the darkness.

He plummeted rapidly, while the darkness surged upwards, the inferior substitute occupying the fifth position providing the true master with coordinates and orientation.

He himself was completely unaware of this at the moment. The emperor was corrupted by the chaos of time and space—corrupted by the future, which deepened his madness and shaped his appearance. He was not originally so insane, but the future corrupted him.

When he reappears, when the Emperor reappears in the world—at that time he will deliver the fatal blow to Guilliman's feigned death, then seize control of the empire, and finally be defeated and killed in the Comoros.

Then, his corrupted soul and corrupted power will fall once again into Caliban through the uncontrolled rift that opened when Slaanesh fell.

It also contaminated Macado, which had just ended the Great Rebellion and was thrown to Caliban by the warp turbulence.

From then on, Macardo was deposed as emperor.

Emperor — Emperor.

The emperor—this is the cycle of fate for a half-god.

This is the most rudimentary warp destiny: the future is the past, and the past is the future. In a sense, this is the first "demigod" trapped in the cycle of reincarnation created by the Dark Lord/Lord of Man, and also the absurd truth behind this ridiculous rebellion.

Fortunately, it was the emperor who was imprisoned, not Macardo—before becoming emperor, Macardo was Macardo, possessing a physical body that could escape fate.

Perhaps now, if the Emperor had not yet transformed into the Dark King, he would probably be standing beside Macado, who is kneeling and desperately trying to avoid the Dark King's realm, and laughingly telling this tearful old man that he has done quite a few absurd things.

But right now, only the Dark Lord exists.

The Emperor's fall, his departure from the anchor point of Caliban, necessitates the appearance of the truth that it clumsily imitates. The imposter departs, and the real one enters the stage. At this moment, both Caliban and fate are both closed and open. The original psychic energy fades away, and it needs to be filled by similar psychic energy and soul.

Half-Black King is coming.

This……

It's still part of his calculations!

A thousand years ago—or perhaps ten thousand years later, in any case, time no longer matters—the Emperor sat smiling in his Terra's resting room. Opposite him, Macardo, who had regained his senses after being beheaded by Guilliman, sat with a somber face.

"I shouldn't have agreed to that—forcibly recalling those memories that were forcibly erased by the warp."

Macardo said ominously that he knew this would only confirm some of the Emperor's suspicions, and that Neos would then go even crazier.

"But you promised me."

The Emperor's tone was somewhat aggrieved. He picked up his teacup and stared intently at Macardo, but a smile then spread across his lips.

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

Makado sneered.

"So you did this even when you weren't sure if you could win?"

"No, no, no, no,"

A strange light flashed in the emperor's eyes, and he quickly sipped his hot tea.

“I know—I guessed it—one piece of evidence is you, Macado, the Emperor—I know you wouldn’t go crazy like this for no reason…unless…”

Unless the Lord of Darkness directly corrupts him.

But the Emperor was certain of one thing: the Dark Lord would never have appeared ten thousand years ago, during the Great Rebellion—thus the answer was clear: the Dark Lord would definitely appear in the future, and would definitely corrupt Macado along some anchor point.

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

Don't cry over a spilled bottle of milk.

Neos reached out and placed his hand on Macado's—Macado gave him an unbelievable look, as if he were holding back from beating up a pile of dung.

"I still feel deeply sorry for what you went through and endured,"

Neos said sadly,

“I’m sorry, Macado. Although I didn’t do anything wrong, I still feel sorry for you.”

Macardo looks like he's about to swing his cane.

But what was spilled wasn't milk, but macado.

And many, many others.

Including Neos.

Including Hades.

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Hades found it a little strange.

He should have been in the Comoros, but for some reason, he felt weeds and lush forests appear beneath his feet—he suddenly felt stronger, more chaotic, and hungrier.

Hades suddenly felt a strong urge to remove his blindfold and see what was happening.

But it's not time yet.

He called out, but this time it wasn't Tarasin's voice, but the Star Lord Orikan, who vaguely pointed him in a path, which he stumbled and staggered forward—he vaguely sensed the psychic power of Makado, perhaps a remnant from the Comoros.

He thought to himself, explaining—even though Hades felt his sanity slipping away, he didn't know what was happening, but he was hungrier, more disordered, and more greedy.

More powerful.

Above the heavens, Hades was responding to him; they were one. The Netherworld Waterfall descended from the sky, resonating with the travelers on the earth.

Hades was certain he was heading in the right direction. He felt a powerful force, extremely similar to Slaanesh's—why extremely similar? Because the damned blindfold had blocked most of Hades's senses, making him run like a truly blind man. Not only could he not see, but all his senses were like a faulty television set, with extremely severe noise interference.

He ran—and then, incredibly fortunately, Hades finally heard the voice of his ally—he finally reached out to meet the giant moth.

[Hades!!! Come—descend upon us!!! Come here!!!]

Hades charged forward and finally found his group—

"Ugh—!!! Mortarian!!!"

He rushed toward "Motalian" and joined the battle immediately.

Mortarian suddenly looked up and saw Hades rushing towards them from the sky.

As for the direction where the ouroboros was located—there was nothing there, nothing happened, nothing came.

Hades answered the call and came.

Luo Jia's call was torn apart in the wind. The bald Primarch turned his head and gave Mortarion a meaningful look.

It fell from the sky.

Hades has arrived.

They came at Mortalian's summons.

The earth collapsed.

The Black King has arrived as well.

Arrived at Macado's summons.

Between heaven and earth falling to each other

The future and destiny of humankind are indeed largely bleak.

On the altar, on Caliban, [Motalian]'s vision was blurred. The immense spiritual pressure, the immense pressure of Hades, squeezed him, squeezed his soul, squeezed his mind. Everything became hazy and indistinct, with only the bright, dazzling blue and alluring purple mixed in between the falling heaven and earth, which seemed to burn and tear everything apart.

But in Mortalian's increasingly blurred vision, the blue and purple gradually mixed together, becoming indistinguishable from one another—only the deafening shriek shook his five senses until they bled.

But it was all in vain… [Motalian] suddenly realized that their true enemy, from beginning to end, might only have been Hades… only Hades… He vomited everywhere… perhaps he was already collapsed on the ground without even realizing it… Only Hades… He’s too insane…

This is more like the prey looking at its true predator in the most critical moment of its life, and suddenly realizing the truth.

His dazed mind could no longer recall Hades or Pluto, so in the end, Mortarion sincerely hoped that Herrera, who was by his side, was also alright.