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

Chapter 524 4.42 The Fall of Malcador

This is not good.

Malcador walked on Cadia, heading towards the small black shadow,

In the struggle between chaos and the underworld, this space has long been fragmented. Vision, hearing, smell, touch, taste, Malcador's senses are leaving him, they float out of his body and disperse into the huge colorful vortex.

He was, literally experiencing the warp, experiencing madness itself.

Only then did Malcador realize the full extent of the subspace. He stared at the subspace, and the subspace stared at him. Humans are still too narrow-minded, and they cannot understand these - all of this - all - eternity -

Malcador screamed.

He fell into the center of a caterpillar that roared and twisted like a train. The gravity changed like a Rubik's Cube in the hands of a beginner. Cream dripped onto his nose. Billions of people with their eyes removed were shouting and applauding him. They were shouting. With——

Al! Al! Al!

That was part of his previous name, but before Malcador had time to pull himself up from the cliff, he fell towards the sky again. At the end of the sky was an endless ocean of dazzling colors, reflected in the dark eyes of the birds. Showing his gradually enlarging figure.

He was helpless and tried to grab something. In his upside-down vision, he saw the crazy lower realm, where life grew up layer by layer like gorgeous mushrooms, and greedy giant beasts were chewing them.

The birds stretched out their hands to pull Malcador in flight, and he would sink into this madness——

Malcador's eyes reflected the shadows in the mushroom field, the real darkness, which was well hidden. It was the last trash can in the boundless city, and he remembered what he was doing here.

He is here to save people.

And he was already ready, and he was full of strength.

Malcador woke up with a start. He first remembered his own voice. He shouted a spell. The power and pain from the four gods rescued him from the sea of ​​disordered subspace. No matter how crazy the power is, it is stronger than the real disorder. More regularly, he fell again, towards the earth.

boom!

Malcador hit the ground directly. He almost fell apart and stared weakly at the sky above him. He thought he would see those crazy birds and the ocean, and then be pulled into a new round of madness, but in fact——

Mona Lisa is staring at him and smiling.

He thought of the day he took the Emperor to visit his residence.

There are always some good things hidden in the owner's home. Malcador's personal hobby is a bad habit, but there is nothing wrong with it. Compared with the extermination order he signed in three seconds, there is a "Mona Lisa" hanging on the wall of his home. Shakespeare" is always harmless.

It's just that this "Mona Lisa" was obtained after he killed an immortal.

This mysteriously smiling lady hangs directly opposite the dining table. Whenever he "cooks" the next immortal at the dining table, this lady looks at him with a smile.

There was nothing wrong. At that time, he was obsessed with power and wanted to cause a storm on Terra. Therefore, it was a normal thing to invite some of his enemies to eat and kill them by the way.

But one day, it wasn't like that. The Immortal was sitting at the other end of the table, sipping red wine and staring thoughtfully at the Mona Lisa.

That was the Emperor, no, he was not the Emperor then, and Malcador was not the Imperial Regent.

"I'll give you one of my other self-portraits."

Nios swung his glass of red wine, and Malcador raised his eyebrows and stared at the "Mona Lisa" on the wall, then turned his gaze back to Nios.

"Is this you?" "It's me."

Malcador coughed violently, but that made sense, few people in human history could be so memorable - but the Emperor was definitely one of them.

And so is the Mona Lisa.

So the probability that they are the same person is not zero.

Macado pursed his lips, but he still kept his expression expressionless, "It is said that Mona Lisa stopped smiling after the death of her son. The painter Leonardo da Vinci spent a long time, Only then did she smile again and record this moment with a painting - this is why the Mona Lisa is so magical."

"Is this—" Malcador shifted his gaze back to the emperor's smile, "Fake?"

"False," Nios said. "I smile because I see a topless woman throwing ketchup at this painting five hundred years later."

Macado paused, "Absurd." He whispered,

"What's even more ridiculous is you," Nios turned his gaze to Malcador. Behind Malcador, another collection of the Imperial Regent - Van Gogh's "Sunflowers" - was hanging.

"Reunify the entire human civilization," Neos said, "and create an empire of humanity."

This is what Malcador said to Neos when he saw him.

Malcador looked at Neos gloomily and lowered his voice, "You can do this... The first time I saw you... I knew this was your business - this crown can only be yours. ”

Before that, Malcador would also have unrealistic dreams. Maybe he was the one standing up, but after seeing the Emperor, he knew everything that happened after that - it could only be him.

Macado turned his head and looked at the "Sunflower". In fact, he liked the "Mona Lisa" more.

"You've already done that, haven't you?" Malcador said softly, "...including foreseeing me. I guess, you have already foreseen this scene?"

Neos nodded silently.

"Did you foresee my death?" Malcador said, looking at the Emperor with interest. He had also predicted it for himself - it seemed that he would be doped with some kind of metal in the future, turning it into a golden color. burned to death by flames.

Neos said something vaguely,

"There is still uncertainty in this world,"

Malcador laughed, "Subspace runs through time. We exist in the past, present and future at the same time. Once we are born, our death is also determined."

"No," Neos shook his head, "You haven't met those beings yet... you will understand... or you will luckily or unfortunately never meet those beings."

Malcador had never understood what Neos was referring to - but until he saw that being - that bastard who rushed up and yelled "Old horse! Old horse!", the Imperial Regent realized that it was him.

Machado deeply realized that changing destiny might not be a good thing.

At least he was content with his fate of being burned - as a psyker, a wizard, being burned at the stake was a return to his roots.

Malcador shook his head silently. He didn't know what Nios was talking about, but Nios was always like this. He was already used to it.

"It's time for you to get ready, Neos."

Malcador said, "There is not much time for peace in the subspace. You need to regain Terra, ally with Mars, and then launch an expedition."

Neos looked away from "Sunflower" and looked at Malcador,

"What will humans think of us?"

Neos asked, and Malcador replied impatiently,

"The true savior of mankind, the lord of mankind, the king of the empire -" Malcador laughed, "tyrant, coward, initiator of war -"

Neos said slowly, "Madman."

The Lord of Mankind continued to stare at "Sunflower" unhurriedly, "Do you have "Potato Eaters"? It's time to change it."

"No," said Macado, "a painting of ornamental plants is much easier to preserve than a painting of pity for the poor."

"Well," Nios said regretfully, "in the eyes of people at the time - Vincent William Van Gogh was crazy... and he was indeed crazy enough."

The information in Nios' words made Makado frown, "Have you ever been in contact with Van Gogh?"

"Did you know that Van Gogh once supported a poor prostitute? In fact, I was-"

"I'm not interested in the story of the painter himself."

Makado interrupted Nios indifferently, and Nios resumed his wine tasting with regret.

"I know what you want to say - the geniuses of the past were limited by the times, so they were regarded as crazy by people, but you and I both know that we no longer care about the eyes of others."

Makado said, urging again, "We need to act quickly, there is not much time."

"No," Nios said. He stared at the "Sunflower". Many different yellows were mixed together and twisted into several sunflowers in a vase. The petals were twisted and magnificent, and they were not like ordinary sunflowers at all. , "Makado, have you seen "Starry Night"?"

"Have seen fakes," Malcador replied impatiently, "I don't want to talk to you about this, Neos, I mean - we have more important things at the moment."

"You should be more patient, Malcador," Neos stared at Malcador.

"Vincent William Van Gogh was the first person in human history to observe subspace and record it in the form of paintings."

Malcador froze, "What?"

So Nios repeated what he said, "Vincent William Van Gogh was the first person in human history to observe the nature of subspace and record it in the form of paintings."

"He is painting the subspace," Neos said. "Those twisted brushstrokes, the tentacle-like trees, the sick humans, he is painting the subspace, Malcador."

Nios stood up and walked to the "Sunflower\

,""So he went crazy."

Neos said, "He was already on the verge of collapse just by looking directly into the warp."

"You have to understand what we are about to face next," Nios said. "Vincent William Van Gogh was the most conscientious and perseverant human being I have ever met, but just because he looked at Asia space, he went crazy."

Nios stretched out his hand, and his hand stopped in front of "Sunflowers", as if stroking the petals of those flowers.

"The warp is far more dangerous than you and I imagine, and we will inevitably become enemies with it. We don't just look them in the eye, we need to raise our swords towards them."

"They will haunt you until eternity - they will curse your father, your ancestors, every branch of your blood line, your descendants will be under their gaze, your best friends will be They persuaded them to leave—"

"Eventually, you will either fall into true madness and become one of them, or you will fall into the mire and become a slave at their feet."

Nios held his wine glass, "Those with conscience will choose to commit suicide before they truly fall, but someone will always fall."

Neos stared at Malcador, his golden pupils were burning brightly, and Yao Jin's tears of pity dripped from the corners of his eyes...

Malcador's cheeks turned cold, and he subconsciously reached out and touched the golden teardrops on his face.

"You and I will eventually fall."

The words at that time came to his ears for the last time. Mona Lisa left. Makado stood up coughing. He subconsciously wanted to find a cane to lean on, but then he realized that there was no such thing here. thing.

"I told you I was voluntary." Malcador murmured, and he began to move towards the imprisoned Pluto. He had already passed the most chaotic area.

But he's also actually been caught.

Not by the four gods, but by the subspace itself, just like what the Lord of Mankind is really afraid of - he is afraid that the power of the subspace will make him the Lord of Darkness - this is not what the four gods did, this It is the law of subspace.

The Lord of Darkness is not Neos, and both Malcador and Neos know this.

The area just passed through once again strengthened Malcador's subspace projection. He was like a helpless jellyfish filled with fresh water, squeezed out by the concentration difference in a high-salt environment, and more and more were roughly stuffed into it. Psionics.

Malcador and the Emperor were still essentially human, unlike the Primarchs who were created specifically for this purpose.

Malcador's subspace resistance is still too low.

When you accumulate enough warp power - it's bound to happen, just faster or slower.

Malcador felt the call of some kind of power, the warp opened its doors to him, calling him to be something else, something higher, something that was no longer himself.

He moved in small steps towards Hades, but the black realm still had not returned.

Malcador was unable to spare the strength to resist this process. He needed strength - he needed to save Hades.

He needs to fulfill the agreement he made with Neos at that time - they will save mankind - and for this he accepts all consequences.

Malcador felt that he was being broken, that he was being torn apart, that his future was being reorganized, that his existence was being reshaped, and that his soul was turning into particles to rebuild another existence.

He felt like he was screaming uncontrollably, and he fell to the ground, rolling in pain, but in fact, Malcador's last great will was still supporting him to walk, but Malcador himself might not be aware of this. It's one o'clock.

In his mind, he was screaming, turning into mountain dust in the sky full of flames.

Each piece of his corpse dust floats in the subspace, being beaten by the psychic tide and reassembled, and is molded into a shape more suitable for that position——

He finally arrived, and Hades saved him this time. Even if the fool threw away his physical body for food, he at least knew how to leave a black zone protection circle for himself.

Malcador almost collapsed in the black realm. The concentration here was just right, but he had to keep moving forward. He couldn't let this power dissipate, he needed them.

At the same time, Malcador, who entered the final black realm, also alarmed the black realm on the Vengeful Spirit, where the black realm began to slowly ebb...

In front of Malcador, the huge black-armored giant was half-kneeling, his head lowered, his broken face expressionless, like a god waiting to be awakened.

A huge, spear-like thorn of chaos penetrated his chest from his back, nailing him to this land.

Malcador took a deep breath, walked over, and pulled off the Emperor's finger bone from Hades' neck. The finger bone was already dim at this moment.

Without a trace of hesitation, Malcador poured all the power of the Emperor he possessed into that phalange.

Malcador then casually threw the necklace back into Hades' armor, and he glanced at Hades' face with a complicated expression one last time.

Well, I still slept peacefully.

The white-haired boy walked around behind Hades. He looked at the long arrow, blue feathers, blood bones, rotten teeth... Chaos spent a lot of money to seal this demon king.

Irregular black blood cracks spread out from the position where the long arrow pierced, spreading on Hades' armor like the shackles of a sealing spell.

Even in the black realm, the long arrow still exudes a strong aura of chaos. This power suppresses Hades and makes it difficult for him to wake up.

This was his goal here. Malcador carefully climbed onto Hades' back. He stretched out his hand to grasp the bloody bone covered with bone spurs——

"Hades...Hades..."

The young man sighed, wrinkles climbed up his face, his straight body became rickety again, and he roared,

"wake up!!!"

The moment he grasped the thorn, the chaotic power inside the Chaos Arrow surged toward Malcador overwhelmingly!

There are indeed rumors written in the article about the two painters.

And what Nios said about the Mona Lisa was that over in Europe, environmental groups threw paint, food and other things on the Mona Lisa as a political protest.

No more, great!