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

Chapter 22 21. The Wheel of Fortune
In the vast Warhammer universe, a tiny planet quietly floats in it. Looking from the distant space, it is a fuzzy yellow-green planet-Babarus.

In the trajectory of this world, there are countless mediocre and endless individuals——

They were born into this world, struggled to live, and then died silently.

Live without knowing why, die without knowing why.

But obsession, obsession, greed -- the taste of life, struggling to live, unwilling to die.

Just like humans in thousands of other worlds.

Maybe the humans on Barbarus are better or worse than humans in other worlds?

But in any case, thousands of years of life have already made these human beings with an average age of less than twenty stellar years get used to it.

Life is a kind of inertia. People are busy spinning around their own inertia. In their brains that cannot realize more, inertia is the law. Maintain inertia, maintain life, and live.

They are like silent animals whose vocal cords have been corroded by poisonous mist, working day after day on the barren land of Barbarus, living in eternal oppression and fear day after day.

Perhaps, one day in thousands of years, one of them broke out in this oppression, became angry in this fear, he rose up, he grabbed the knife, and faced the oppression of the tyrant!
— but in any case, he must have failed.

The creatures that made the changes have long since died, and the history of human beings on the planet, as always, has maintained its established trajectory according to inertia.

The planet revolves silently around its own star, and the god of destiny is silent, speechless, and deedless.

Until the landing of the nursery pod that fell from the sky.

Until the Lord of Death walked down from the high mountain where the poisonous fog lingered all year round.

The gears of fate, which have been completely stagnant and completely repeated for thousands of years, received instructions from the Supreme God. The loose and decayed gears began to close, and the machine full of ashes began to operate. The gears and gears rattled and slowly turned.

——The fate that had been carefully crafted began to turn.

The protagonist is an honored guest from outside, and the supporting role is a slave who has repeated the script for thousands of years.

He happily cooks His own wonderful soup, everything is ready, everything is complete.

Seven times of careful weaving, seven times of heartfelt blessings, seven kinds of material cooking, and seven centuries of preparation.

Seven blessings, seven curses, seven fates, the soup has already exuded a charming taste.

All things are rotten, and all living beings are immortal.

The benevolent father has prepared everything for his beloved son, and he is watching his unique son.

In the great garden of the Father's eternity, a place has been reserved for His Beloved!

On the loveliest, richest, most charming, most comfortable fertile soil of the great garden, on the loveliest, sweetest, most comfortable, most agreeable moors that could be seen at a glance from the window of the fatherly estate—

Flesh and abscesses are tirelessly licked by hard-working rotting flies, thick phlegm and rotten scars are reluctantly donated by cute bees, disasters and dry bones are broken and stinky mucus stands, and nauseating carrion is laid out softly and warmly.

The Nurglings chirped and chirped on the branches, the Great Unclean One came out offering his treasures, the scabies bees buzzed, the rotting flies buzzed, and the plague toad happily praised the kindness of grandfather in the pus!
This is such a big warm family!Every member is nervously and expectantly preparing his warm and comfortable mansion for the coming child. When he arrives, countless filth and filth will break out of the ground under the command of the loving father, endless blood and pus The sore will rise up under the loving father's gaze, and the child's favorite dwelling will be presented in its entirety.

That child, that poor child who is not yet in the arms of a loving father, he will love it here, he will praise everything!

Oh, what a great loving father!What a great loving father!
All the life in the great garden can't help smiling at the thought of this coming favorite, the lucky boy!They whisper blessings in their hearts.

however.

however.

however.

An uninvited guest has been stolen from the stage of repeated stagnation.

The audience who came from afar applauded before the loving father.

A loving father immersed in the stew of fate neglects changes small enough to allow the most ineffective changes to begin to accumulate.

He was negligent.

Changes outside of fate and changes within fate found him at the same time, the former was too small, while the latter was too difficult.

No!His children will be His!Mortarion, His favorite!You cannot take him away!

The loving father waved away the annoying guy in the distance, and Nurgling was busy throwing suitable ingredients into the soup pot.

The Father grunts against his old enemy, which draws his attention again helplessly.

The out-of-world visitor thus gets a respite.

The Lord of Change is screaming, repeating thousands of times, and it is time for the script that everyone is watching to end! ! !

Change, change, change, incomprehensible, changes from outside the world!

Nine layers of change, nine layers of subversion, nine layers of banter, the thread of fate is endless!

Let go of the fascinating and amazing past, present, and future!

Change itself is a reward, change itself is a purpose, the change of change condenses infinite mysteries, everything in the world obeys the rules, and the rules are the contempt and restraint of all these!
He saw the wonderful movement, the chaos of time in the Warp showing Him endless variations, detached from the mysteries of the world itself.

The arrogant scream penetrates everything, and the ecstatic scream disturbs everything!
He screamed, and the labyrinth of endless changes began to change and dance again, imprisoning it, and the creatures lost in it started the escape of endless changes again.

Break the rules, change the fate, and tease the world.

[Imperial Fantasy]
"My lord, the Omega-level interference distortion has appeared in the subspace star region near us. It is estimated that within six stellar months, the subspace transition will become difficult."

"Except... for the subspace transition to a certain orientation, the subspace in this orientation is quite stable."
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+This is an invitation, this is an express+
+this is a deal+
The golden eyes condensed the wisdom of human beings from ancient times to the present, and they were shining brightly at this time.

　Believe in the loving Father, you will have eternal life! ! !

　　Look at this author, he not only believes in Nurgle, but also believes in Khorne. In addition, he also likes Tzeentch very much.

　　But we don't like Slaanesh.

　　I have a showdown, I am the Chaos Party. (Of course, the main character is from the Empire)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)