Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 497 4.15 The audience under the stage reached out their hands

Humanity.

In the vast history, humans are not the true and complete masters of this galaxy.

The completely disappeared ancient saints, the space dead spirits who have undergone biological transformation and collectively entered hibernation, the physical gods and star gods who once sucked stars and souls for a living, and the Orks and Eldar who were created by the ancient saints to fight against the Necrontyr.

These races have left their strong and colorful marks on this slowly flowing galaxy, but as time goes by, those races that once unified the galaxy have left, or disappeared, or are silent, or dormant, and the new races walked out of their home planets in a daze and set foot on this sea of ​​stars again.

Humanity is one of them.

And successfully became the new master of this shining galaxy.

But those who were once silent and hidden have never really disappeared.

For the cruel physical world, time will always erase everything. The rise and fall of mankind may be just a drop in the ocean of time - but in the treacherous warp, time does not really exist.

The battle between the ancient saints and the fear of death in heaven disturbed the warp. The original Supreme Heaven was not as chaotic as it is now, but after that war of gods, everything changed forever.

Four gods held the power above the Chaos Octagon.

Gods exist and continue to exist. Their existence runs through time, and one thought is eternal.

For those races that were once glorious and are now dormant in the Milky Way, waiting for new opportunities, the warp is the real threat.

The Emperor, the Undead, the Lord of Mankind, the Unaccomplished Dark King, the candidate who controls the faith of the entire human race and hides behind the octagonal curtain, should have received the attention of the alien race.

In the hidden darkness, their eyes never left, they watched, hoping that the new gods would not come.

In the corrupt Eldar kingdom, the first cry of Slaanesh was born, and the new god held power and permanently influenced the entire galaxy.

And now, will the new, huge, and crumbling human empire give birth to new gods?

They waited nervously, and the prophet of the race predicted the fate of mankind. When necessary, the aliens lurking in the darkness could reach out and create ripples on the long river of fate.

But the uninvited guest arrived.

In the huge human empire, the one spurned by the gods slowly stepped onto the stage of the galaxy.

The stars twinkled, and the starlight fell, casting on this unknown person who came out of an agricultural planet.

He was originally a complete unknown person.

But on the chessboard, the hand of the Lord of Humanity moved slightly, and he held this dark and ominous son, pushing it to the peak of the long river of fate.

Since then, [Pluto] officially appeared.

This is what humans call them, abandoned by God, destroyer, spurned by the gods, dull, truly soulless, cut off cause and effect...

The blazing fire on the Perfect City, the dark haze over the World Devourer Legion, the feast farce on Nikaea, the final overthrow of Prospero.

Flashing in the subspace one by one, the brilliant nodes of fate fell one by one.

The accumulation of countless destinies, the convergence of countless destinies, under the sickle, the sound of breaking burst.

The biggest [variable] was born.

The expansion of the giant beast brought the possibility of the exchange of chess players and chess pieces on the chessboard for the first time.

This time, the chess piece can pull down the chess player.

Perhaps the Lord of Humanity's plan was here, but under the stirring of the four gods' power by the river of fate, [Pluto] fell into a long silence.

All races looked at it sideways.

[Pluto] is not unique to the human race!

Perhaps the current [Pluto] has not yet grown into a true god, or perhaps the overly obvious human characteristics of [Pluto] have made these once glorious and still arrogant aliens bow their heads completely, but the huge treasure is there, the treasure that is within reach and exudes an alluring fragrance is there.

Perhaps the ancient overlord is still sleeping, but the first to revive has already stepped into the waves of fate; perhaps the divided old races are still unable to unify, but the race has already grasped the blade.

Among the restless aliens, under the divided galaxy, the restless, the greedy, the arrogant, and those who want to change their fate have reached out first.

[Pluto] is waiting for them.

He only needs to respond to them.

He is kind, he responds to everything.

He is greedy, he devours everything.

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"Fate!"

A loud chant sounded on the stage, and a dazzling white light instantly lit up in the pure darkness. The loudest shout did not need any accompaniment. The selected actor shouted out this word loudly,

"Fate!"

He repeated it again, speaking affectionately, with a mask that did not fit any clown mask on his face. It was a pure black face, with a horrible crack split from the upper left of the mask, and under the crack, a scarlet light was looming.

Under the dark stage, something was surging, but before the last moment, the person on the stage would never be able to see the faces of the people below the stage.

"-This beautiful word, this word that locks up all the students, this great, magnificent, and exquisite fate!"

The unicorn laughed loudly, his laughter became sharper and more wanton, he mocked loudly and wantonly, laughing until he was out of breath,

He is the only one who occupies the entire stage, but he is more than that. He is the special one, the "most special" one. He is the "only" one in the eternity where the supreme heaven moves. that one.

Therefore, everyone on and off the stage was silent except for him. There was no longer any accompaniment or dancing.

"You little people who are struggling with your destiny!"

He laughed and cursed, stood up on his toes, twisted the pointed toes of his shoes, and performed a wild dance solo.

"Prophecy, divination, tarot - you stupid people!"

"Ignorant! Eyeless people! Can't your hearts as humble as clay be able to see the true path?! Can't your eyes as small as peas be able to see the true master?!"

"Wise people are always more silent than others - you fools who like to play! Can't you see the most silent existence?!"

The horn spins, he leaps off the stage and behind the scenes, he disappears into complete darkness,

The dance begins, the long table is set, and the dishes are dazzling.

Other actors came on stage, with different costumes and different tones of voice, pushing and arguing, pulling out the sharp swords from their waists, and swinging them at their fellows.

Fierce drumbeats sounded, followed by high-pitched trumpets. The spirits quarreled and cursed, unable to unify or compromise.

The impassioned music at the beginning became chaotic, and dissonant noises were mixed in, noisily destroying the rhythm of the entire music.

On the stage, cold light flashed across the blade, blood spattered, abuse, arguments, life and death, chaos and noise.

The man of darkness was the first to throw the cup and leave. The wise man who claimed to be calm and rational left the table angrily. The hermit holding the spirit of the world left silently. The lights were dim, the cups and plates were messy, and the blood was flowing. The waiter carrying the plate slowly From the corner to the center of the stage.

He peeled off the mask and revealed another half-crying, half-laughing one.

“God—what should we do?”

The music stopped abruptly.

No one responded.

The waiter gave a sharp laugh. He trembled, looked into the void across the stage, and asked again,

“God—what should we do?”

The dazzling light cheered towards him - but for just a moment, the door containing all roads and destiny opened to him - but for just a moment!

Because the next moment, the other false gods screamed!

Angry golden flames ignited, bringing with them the deathly smoke and dust that filled the sky. The remaining light of the unsurvived people cast here for a moment, and the actor retreated instantly. He shivered and shrank back into the darkness of the stage, shivering.

On the stage of the gods, they are but little jesters!

The golden flame burned with rage, but it was just a bluff. After a moment of grandeur, it picked up its sword and hurried away.

There was a deafening sound of war drums in the distance, enough to overturn the Milky Way.

Another war, one that did not belong to them, began.

On the stage, light shone on the pitch-black ceiling, and chaotic whispers sounded. The gods who had been fighting for a long time shouted gold and sheathed their axes. Their tacit understanding of the eyes spread in the sky where the chess pieces could not look directly. The power was transmitted, and the gods were killed above. The arrows were cast.

Huge and sharp arrows hang down from outside the stage. The arrows are sharp and pointed at the predetermined position.

The snake's tail that wrapped around it was flexible and powerful, and the light shone across its scales.

The representative son of mankind took the stage, and the steel roared towards another piece of steel. The embers of the perfect city were rekindled here, and the tiny golden flame burned quietly, with a black edge.

They attacked each other in confusion, members of the same race swung their sharp knives at their fellow members, and limbs drew sharp knives at each other. This scene was boring enough. On the stage, just now, similar scenes happened again and again.

Common and boring.

The stage was soaked with blood, and all the actors had fallen down, with broken limbs lying on top of broken limbs, and heads looking at heads.

At the very edge of the stage, the corpse of a devotee knelt and held the sword in his hand to his neck, his eyes wide open and lifeless.

In the silence, the first soloist stepped onto the stage again.

He was dark and reflected colorful light, like his silk and satin clothes soaked in blood. He held the rebel's head in his hand and walked slowly onto the stage.

"traitor--!!!"

He shouted loudly, strode to the front of the stage, raised the head of the deceased, and displayed it to the audience in a triumphant manner.

"The traitor who compromised his fate——"

However, there was no applause, no cheers, and a loud sneer sounded from the quiet audience.

Immediately afterwards, layers of laughter jumped up like ocean waves!

The audience in the audience laughed loudly and jeered loudly,

Above the auditorium, from the tail of the gentle snake that dropped the arrow, there was a chuckle that resonated with the layers of laughter.

This chuckle is completely hidden in the ocean of laughter, but it is completely detached from them. The phoenix crows among the chickens, its sound is soft but transcends everyone.

The snake's tail on the full bow was slightly loosened.

Time seems to stop.

The laughter in the audience, the ugly audience, the justice on the stage, a sonorous horn, everything was suspended at this moment, and only the arrow remained——

The kneeling body on the stage moved.

Corpses in action.

The eyes of the devotee burst out with shocking golden light, and the sharp sword in his hand stabbed his throat without hesitation. The splashed blood burned fiercely in the golden flame. At that moment, the ignorant devotee launched his own sacrifice. Festival!

The youngest queen curiously holding the bow and arrow let out an annoyed sigh,

But in the audience, even more magnificent and earth-shattering laughter erupted——

The arrow that gathered the power of the gods reached its target, and the sound of broken armor sounded, along with the fate that was suddenly sealed—but was the fate really sealed? ! Could the first man who mocked fate be so vulnerable? !

Won't! ! !

In front of [Pluto], destiny has never been locked! ! !

The single horn fell down and was silent since then, but the audience burst into applause like thunder!

Deafening applause, the audience screamed, laughed, and shouted. The audience stood up with a satisfied smile. They screamed and hugged each other, leaving tears of joy.

[Pluto] fell down and turned into a truly benevolent, greedy and foolish person.

Round after round of new dance dramas were staged in front of the fallen figure of [Pluto]. Everyone was laughing or crying, angry or sad, but the audience in the audience had stopped watching the movie. They cheered and arranged their clothes. The sword was polished and inserted into the scabbard.

Amid the commotion, an angry roar sounded above their heads, and the audience dispersed in a rush, pushing and shoving away from the seats. They laughed loudly, stepped down from their seats, and rushed towards the stage.

The second farce of infidelity has ended, and the Fool's story has come to an end. They are content to enjoy the Fool's ugliness as a small foreplay for their grand dance drama.

Under the spotlight, the Fool took out his heart, tremblingly pointed at fate, and cried out his soul with sobs.

The audience was noisily fighting, pushing and shoving, and even worse, began to boo the stage that was reluctant to move on to the next act.

"Go down! Go down!!!"

The chess players in the sky roared with anger. They listened with contentment to the blunder of a god. How beautiful! How sweet!

How - how I wish this beautiful scene could happen again!

Finally, in the midst of the noisy, chaotic noise, where it was impossible to tell whether he was on stage or off stage, the perfect one whom the youngest Queen adored came on stage.

Someone uttered a boo, and the noisy audience immediately fell silent. In the silence, you could hear a pin drop.

The Perfect One is not perfect at this moment. There are cracks on his luxurious body. He is shaking and angry. He is grabbing his long silver hair angrily and questioning the empire, fate and the common people loudly.

On the stage, the sound of rustling scales sounded, and the power of the gods began to decrease.

Under the stage, rustling sounds sounded,

"Script..." "Where's the script?" "No rehearsal?" "Screenwriter - no screenwriter?!" "Who is responsible for the script!" "There is no script?!" "Then what should I do..." "No response! "

Finally, a voice broke through the noise,

"There is no script!" he roared, "Idiots never recognize scripts!"

"It's time to go on stage! Get up there!!!"

There were sighs of regret, but everyone in the audience climbed onto the stage one after another. They emerged from the darkness with the determination of sacrifice.

"etc--"

The crowd suddenly stopped and looked at the clown behind them.

“Who comes, who comes to pray in his name?!”

O Pluto—who will offer his soul to you?

No more, great!