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

Chapter 694 142. The first and last ending

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The wind howled, gravity twisted, and the sky poured backwards.

The magnificent buildings that focused on arcs and angles were all broken, standing above the tall buildings, with desolate cross-sections. The domes that emphasized curves and thinness rose into the sky, and were covered with a veil of light along with countless huge spirit bones used as building materials, like a mysterious ocean where a giant ship had crashed. The buildings floated in the air, swaying under the beating of the turbulent flow of psychic energy.

Shadows hung over the uneven runes on the walls of the building. The glory and debauchery of a civilization were condensed in just a few lines of praise, but at this moment it seemed so futile and fragile.

The Eldar used their own lust and arrogance to weave the reins, completing the circle of desire that strangled them.

While an entire race is crying and wailing, they are still singing and laughing.

Tall and handsome corpses were piled up on a platform, with tears of extreme fear in the corners of their eyes. In the midst of death and carnival, the youngest queen smiled and sang, and her six arms beat the rhythm to celebrate His resurrection.

Beneath him, a lotus pedestal was built with the dead bodies of the Eldar gods. They were toyed with and torn apart. In front of the gods nurtured by the desires of the entire Eldar empire, the Eldar gods, who were more like mortal beings, were just children, and only a few of them escaped from the cage of desire.

In that land of arrogant and absurd gods, only the youngest one with a snake tail and six arms is left singing.

How joyful He is, His serpent's tail entangles the Phoenix King and the heads of the gods!
How greedy He is, with slender knuckles on one hand and a fat palm; a hill of gold coins shines, diamonds roll down from between his fingers, and on the scales, the shining stones are more abundant than billions of lives.

How hungry he was. He had one stubby hand with six strong fingers. White and plump things like precious clams trembled and emerged from between his fingers. Six hundred and sixty-six million spices fell down, which were far more charming than the stars in the sky.

How wanton He is, with one hand white and slender, with round and perfectly long nails like jade, and his fleshy and rugged body painted on the sparkling lake.

How noble He is, with one strong hand and distinct joints, tightly grasping the crown in his hand. Every jewel on the crown flashes with flattery of submission. The most wonderful aphrodisiac is far more than just a little blush on the beauty; slaves bow their heads, ministers kneel, and the king and his subjects rule the world.

How vain He is, creating illusions with one hand, shrouded in layers of mist. Everything in the world, Narcissus holding daffodils is nothing but nothingness, always dissatisfied, always greedy. How can any mortal be complacent with his own flawed soul?

How lazy He is, one hand hangs down, fingers weak, all the singing ends up in the land of darkness, he closes his eyes and falls into a deep sleep...

Lie.

How, how joyful He is!

The snake's tail twisted, blasphemous corpse, He laughed loudly, and the endless dancers and singers played under Him, the screams pierced the sea of ​​​​dusk, and the vast ocean rolled endlessly-

Bring Him the currents of the deeper depths.

Deeper, more painful screams began to compose a chorus.

The last necessary journey after indulgence.

destroy.

Time rolls on, the loom of fate weaves layers of yarn, a hand of radiant light touches it gently, and the defender of time and fate taps his fingers as the elves howl.

+They've arrived. +
Scream! Scream!
But at this moment, would Slaanesh himself notice his half-smiling, half-crying face? Half laughing, half twisted in pain, he didn't know what was happening yet, but his body had already begun to receive the pain after the indulgence.

The backlash from time.

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The golden mountains became dim and turned into dirt, falling into the land of the dim forest.

The mountain of flesh trembled, turned into pus, and fell into bottomless darkness.

The crown flashed with a noisy golden light, and another being took the crown and disappeared in the river of time.

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How could this happen? How could this happen?!

The youngest queen screamed in anger and pain, but what frightened her most was not the loss of power. The god who had just indulged himself trembled and lowered his head.

He saw an arrow piercing through his ruptured belly, turbid yellow water flowing out, and another god had died before being fully born.

Die, steal, usurp, replace.

The lonely and colorless mist stained a corner of the Pleasure Palace.

+Let's get this over with quickly.+
There was no light in the eyes of the God of Death who had usurped power. Destruction... destruction... His obsession had long transcended the garden.

Mist spewed out of the Grim Reaper's respirator, and the giant scythe dragged across the ground, making a hissing sound.

【Here we come, good brother! 】

The giant wolf laughed ferociously, and the light of the Eternal Spear shone between the wolf king's fingers.

【…】

The eagle flew in the sky, and another figure had already flashed across the floating ruins like lightning, and Yili was reflected across the sky of the grassland.

Slaanesh screamed, he felt the fear before destruction -

From that god of death.

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Screech!

Hades felt like he was blown up by a flash bomb. There was a white light in his vision, and a shrill sound like a radio tuning failure exploded in his ears, sometimes far away and sometimes near.

How can he play this?! He doesn't even know how to play Lee Sin as an assassin!
"Move forward."

Trazyn's mechanical voice suddenly sounded,
"Go! Keep going!"

"Why are you still here?"

Hades asked as he walked. In order to avoid any mistakes, he spread out the black domain, but the perception of the black domain was also affected by the damn white light like a flash bomb. Hades could only vaguely perceive some large balls of spiritual energy like color blocks.

"I came here to do one thing."

Trazyn laughed twice.

"Collect, and collect!"

"Then please do as you please."

Hades stumbled as he spoke, physically feeling branches scraping across his face and body, weeds and broken branches crackling under his feet.

He chose to walk in a straight line, and it seemed that a giant tree was knocked directly in the middle by Hades and fell down with a roar.

"Make way! Make way!"

Hades cried,
The position seemed discontinuous, and sometimes Hades felt that he was walking among the ruins of a city, the flames of war burning through his armor, and the rubble turning to ashes under his feet.

Unable to see the battlefield, Hades was now extremely nervous. He seemed to have returned to the original Barbarus, running in the fields unarmed.

But in the eyes of others, the dark lord walked straight on the road, blindfolding his eyes with pure white spikes, completely ignoring any obstacles on his way. Thunder streaked through the night, accurately splitting the obstacles in front of his path.

Half the sky fell into eternal night behind him.

[Ghost! Ghost!]

Hades realized that someone was calling him from somewhere far away, but the signal was so poor that he couldn't tell who was calling. However, after verification by Trazyn, it was confirmed that it was a friendly force.

"The signal is...bad. I'm logging off! Good luck! Hades!"

Trazyn left the scene quite irresponsibly, and Hades decided to suppress the urge to scold his teammates on the microphone. He ran in the direction of the call.

"Here it comes! Here it comes! Where are you hitting?! I can't see it now!!"

...Death panted and glanced to the side, seeing the ruins of the Eldar buildings surging into the trembling darkness. Finally...Hades was coming.

Mortarion himself was still unable to decapitate a god with his own hands...even though the Warp was helping him.

Originally a usurper, the power of the Eldar God of Death is now added to His God. Bright yellow bloodstains are clearly visible between His palms, and the Warp bestows curses and blessings upon Him.

The Eldar runes that He disliked emerged from the bloodstains, spreading from His hand holding the sickle to the sickle. An ominous sign of fate flowed on the sickle blade, carrying the pain of the Eldar after billions of years of indulgence and depravity.

【Wow——Wow! 】

Leman Russ vomited large mouthfuls of blood and half leaned against the broken wall, blood dripping from his forehead, but this did not prevent him from showing a hideous smile.

[Your brother is really scary, the god of death! ]

Mortarion said nothing and glanced at the Wolf King. The Lord of Winter was in a very bad condition.

Is this how the Lord of Mankind sent reinforcements?

He didn't think so - Mortarion thought that the fighting ability of his two brothers was too poor. Even though they were much stronger than their previous selves, it was not enough, far from enough.

Mortarion did not expect them to surpass him—

But if they were all Primarchs who had liberated their essences, why was it that only the divine weapons in their hands were strong enough to satisfy Mortarion?

Death was displeased, even though He Himself was now seriously injured.

On the other side, hanging in the sky, above the upside-down building, the Khan's divine arm bow trembled slightly, and released an arrow! Galloping again!

White lightning leaped across the chaotic sky, dragging down the youngest queen like a crazy bullet-hell game. A wisp of raging flames from the mouth of the angry god was enough to destroy this overconfident challenger, but the eagle soared past every attack!
+Dead Souls!+
Mortarion shouted, observing the positions of Slaanesh and Hades again. The Underworld that was rapidly rolling towards them had reached an unimaginable extent, covering the entire city like a tsunami and instantly engulfing the city.

Mortarion hadn't even seen Hades beneath the black sea.

+Forward! Forward! +
The Primarch even doubted that he did not need to help Hades. The tsunami roared past. With such a scale, once the psychic energy of Slaanesh was engulfed in it and triggered the senses, Hades who was waiting on the spider web would pounce on him immediately.

But now they first need to block Slaanesh's retreat.

The God of Death glanced up at the sky and took back his previous thought... The Khan was still fighting hard, but it didn't do much except to anger him and divert Slaanesh's attention.

+Let’s go. +
The God of Death and the Wolf King looked at each other, then moved decisively. They were now at the closest position to the Underworld!
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"Dead soul! Hey--Hades! Over here, over here!"

Neos' voice?

Hades was confused. Was the Emperor also involved in the battlefield?
But the Black Domain accurately captured a golden thread, and Hades ran along the golden thread and heard a scream that was sharp enough to tear through the eternal night.

"Hit this way!"

The Emperor's voice sounded irresponsibly again.
"Which way is this?!"

But Hades rushed accurately towards the location where the psychic energy was captured. His senses, like his painful eyes, were dazzled by the flash bomb.

He could tell that it was the psychic energy of chaos, but other than that, Hades could not tell anything else.

He felt that he might have accidentally hurt someone while running, perhaps by stepping on something, and the wolf whimpered and ran away with its tail between its legs.

Hades did not intend to swing his sickle. With his current size, there was no need to do so. He was also worried that using gravity or lightning might cause accidental injuries, so Hades chose the simplest and most brutal option with the highest error tolerance rate -

He rushed forward with all his might.

"Bingo!"

Neos shouted happily.

A scream of extreme pain sounded, is this the size of Slaanesh?

Hades didn't know, perhaps Slaanesh was indeed so huge when it was born. He felt like cream poured on a soufflé, slowly flowing down, corroding the struggling and screaming chaos like a strong acid.

The thriving power of chaos emerged from the gaps in the underworld, and stretched out its tentacles towards the free subspace while struggling, but was once again ruthlessly shattered by Russ's Eternal Spear.

The earth was broken, and a scar ran through it.

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【…Cough, cough, cough. 】

The God of Death took a deep breath, raised his hazy eyes, and looked at Slaanesh who was struggling on the platform. The unspeakable, indescribable, and unrememberable darkness descended upon the false god and easily grabbed the arm of the god as he fled into the warp.

Time to end.

The Dark Prince struggled, but in front of his true nemesis, His final struggle seemed like child's play, just as He easily crushed the Eldar gods.

The night hangs down.

[He can't eat anymore - Death, it's time for you to take action.]

Khan said cautiously, wiping off the blood, with Rus lying beside him who had fallen earlier.

The White Scars' Primarch stared warily at the dark creature that was eating. Mortarion was displeased by the negative emotions contained in his probing gaze, but the Lord of the Sky was right.

The eternal night was expanding wantonly, even stretching out its tentacles to grab the stars that were shattered and scattered in the sky. A corner of the subspace was torn open, but the blood did not flow.

Because they would not face Him.

...Death doesn't want to either.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, mist diffuses from His feet, and randomly emerges from the altar-like platform,
+Hades? Hades! +
He felt weak, which brought him closer to the center. The darkness hesitated for a moment, then slowly faded away again unwillingly.

Leaving behind him a breathing skeleton.

Death breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.

Slaanesh's only remaining eyeball was spinning like a burst balloon, looking at Mortarion who was standing indifferently beside Him. However, this poor eyeball fell like a pile of sand because of the victory of the law of gravity in the struggle between the laws of physics and the warp.

+I come to end you, Death comes to end you, Slaanesh.+
The God of Death spoke softly, squatting beside the god who had become a pool of rotten flesh. He saw that after the container was broken, the authority of Slaanesh slowly left him like an inverted raindrop.

Some of them will return to the Warp, while others will be recaptured by other vessels.

But regardless, He and Slaanesh have a bad compatibility.

The glimmering raindrops passed by Him, dripping upside down into the sky - it was useless. At some point, perhaps out of greed, the Underworld had already turned upside down, sweeping away the souls and scattered spiritual energy in the sky.

Mortarion stretched out the hand that had held the heart of Death, which still had the blood of Death on it.

He reached out, reaching into Slaanesh's gaping body—

Take out the final core.

Maybe there are more in the core, but most of the others were eaten by Pluto.

Mortarion thought so and crushed the vibrant purple.

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"General!"

The Lord of Mankind laughed loudly, threw down the cards in his hand, stood up naturally, put his arm around Orr's shoulders, and disappeared into the night with him, pushing and shoving.

On the table covered with scattered cards, the snake that was biting its tail finally completed a closed loop and became lifeless.

(End of this chapter)